Chương 163: Chapter 73: Drunkenness (1/2)

Wei Heshuo had heard that cry from afar, and his appreciation for the young man increased; he called out loudly:

"Good!"

Many martial artists on the other side were so terrified by Wang Anfeng's Sword Qi that they felt their liver and gallbladder split open, but then they heard this loud shout from the sky, and their bodies shivered. They then saw a martial artist around twenty-five or twenty-six years old descending gracefully, with an ordinary face but an unusual aura of righteousness. He held a knife in his right hand, appearing majestic and imposing.

While he did not display any martial arts techniques, those seasoned in the Jianghu naturally had sharp eyes. At this time, anyone daring to initiate a conversation must either possess hidden skills and act boldly or be a martial artist from the government offices.