Looking at the young man before him, Xia Changqing's heart was filled with coldness. Although he didn't know how the youth had recognized him, he already harbored the intention to kill Wang Anfeng. Now that the boy had delivered himself to his doorstep, how could he possibly let him go? Even if he was seriously injured, how could he lose to a Ninth Grade martial artist?
Once he left, retreating into Jianghu, there would never be another chance to kill him as he would surely rise swiftly through the ranks.
With this thought in mind, a murderous intent arose. Holding his broken sword, Xia Changqing suddenly leaped up and slashed with it, his moves brutally fierce.