章 789: The Anger

"Who are you?"

Feng Han squinted into the darkness, facing the direction where the young man stood. Cold air radiated from his body and grew unceasingly intense, followed by the aura exuding from him.

This time, Zhang Ruochen revealed his true self, whose face Feng Han never knew, lest he should recognize him as Lin Yue.

Zhang Ruochen gently laid Sword Saint Xuanji's body on the ground, untied his Taoist cloak and covered his master's remains. Only then did he tighten his grip on the Abyss Ancient Sword.

With a cold murderous stare, he asked Feng Han, "Are you the fourth disciple of Sword Saint Xuanji Feng Han, or are you the Sixth Royal Prince of Immortal Vampires?"

Feng Han scrutinized his opponent carefully. While he couldn't tell Zhang Ruochen's exact level of cultivation, he was certain it wasn't a half-saint's.

An ordinary monk of a Fish-Dragon realm, what's there to be afraid of?