Chapter 580: Fu Niu's Hope

How strong was Sword Master Cold Crow's ability to make enemies when he was young?

Roger couldn't help but snark.

He slaughtered dozens of disciples, yet that couldn't quell the hatred against him. On his path to rising power, just how many did he kill?

Roger kept silent, his gaze sweepingly calm as he glanced at the other.

It was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, with grizzled temples and deep wrinkles on his face, wearing a brown Samurai Clothing, which had a different style from the disciples of Funiu Sword Pavilion.

A flicker of understanding in his eyes, Roger knew this was a force attached to the Funiu Sword Pavilion.

It seemed that others had overheard the notification.

Roger didn't respond, while a murderous aura loomed on the old man's face.

"Why don't you answer?"

"Aren't you a student of Sword Master Cold Crow?"

Roger nodded.

"I am."

"Keng!"

"Then draw your sword!" the old man roared, pulling out his weapon.