The Deranged Zhao Jing

"What a sharp-tongued brat!"

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared. It was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious robes. A sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He did not expect that Lu Xuan would be able to determine that he was from the Zhao family through his saber intent, even though he had concealed his own aura.

That saber strike earlier wasn't the prison-suppressing saber of the Zhao family. It was a saber art that he learned himself in the past. It was a saber art that was lost and he had never used it before. Initially, he thought that no one would know about it, but Lu Xuan would be able to tell so easily.

He didn't know how Lu Xuan could do it. Could it be that he was really able to tell something from it? Or was it just a gamble? After all, Lu Xuan didn't seem to have that many enemies.