Zongzheng Huachun looked at the Ghost Swordsman before him, never expecting that in Yujing City, the one who could finally stop him would be him.
If he had known that it would come to this today, he would have killed the Ghost Swordsman without hesitation back at Dongluo Pass, even if Jun Qinglin tried to stop him, and there would not be today's disaster.
But in this world, there are no ifs.
Somewhat unexpectedly, Zongzheng Huachun started to laugh, "Jun Qinglin is not my opponent, nor is Zhao Zhiwu my opponent. Do you think you would be my opponent?"
An Jing gripped the sword hilt, the blade swiveled resolutely, and the formidable sword edge pointed at Zongzheng Huachun, "Do you think I could be your opponent?"
Zongzheng Huachun said, "You are merely following in Jun Qinglin's footsteps."
An Jing's expression did not change, but inside his heart, a stormy sea of rage stirred, giving rise to endless murderous intent.
Although it was subtle, Zongzheng Huachun still captured it.