"I have no hidden agenda; what you see is what you mean," Zhao Changhe couldn't be bothered with idle chatter, as he suddenly gripped Dragon Sparrow and swung it down fiercely.
"Swish!" Zhai Muzhi's sword gleamed coldly, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced towards the chest and ribs, breaking Zhao Changhe's tentative strike completely.
The Personal Guard encircled the scene, with several longswords pointed toward Zhao Changhe.
It should not be taken lightly that Li Shentong, with a casual punch, sent both Zhai Muzhi and his aides en masse into retreat. That was Li Shentong's strength. Had it been Zhao Changhe fighting, one would realize that these opponents were indeed tough.
Zhai Muzhi said angrily, "Not too long ago, you were in Jiangnan eradicating cults, and now how could you consort with rebels! Head of the Tang family has not treated you poorly!"
