He seemed to treat every person that had the audacity to humiliate Feng Xiaofeng as if they were an arch-nemesis that had killed his father. The relationship between the two was really quite bizarre.

Zhou Zishu’s form flickered and was no longer in the same place, casually bringing Zhang Chengling with him. The meteor hammer slammed into the ground and smashed a huge pit into the bluestone tile.

Gao Chong looked on with a detached eye, getting the sense that this man’s qinggong had apparently reached the stage of perfection, as he still had such a speed while holding someone.

As Gao Shannu’s hit failed to land, he raised his arm and swept the hammer out again with a whizz. Zhou Zishu kept watch for the timing carefully, then used the tip of his toes to lightly nudge its chain up a little bit, pulling it another two chi. Then, going along with the path the weapon’s swing was taking, he added a kick to the hammer’s head — it was unknown how much strength he used for it, but by the time people reacted, the hammer was already circling back and flinging itself straight towards its owner.

Gao Shannu didn’t have a very nimble figure, so he truly wasn’t able to avoid it. In a fit of desperation, he braced his entire body, shrunk back his head, and barely managed to lean to the side. With a huge shout, he used his shoulder to take the blow, and his entire person flew out from the hammer strike and got thrown down to the ground.

Feng Xiaofeng screeched as if he was the one struck. He didn’t care about others at this moment, leaping up to go take a look at his Gao Shannu before anything else. Gao Shannu’s shoulder was shattered on one side, but he ultimately had thicker skin and flesh than anyone else, so he was still alive, awake, and fully conscious. He was huddled up into a huge lump on the floor, not making a sound, and his eyes gazed at Feng Xiaofeng with such pain.

Feng Xiaofeng lifted his head then, casting Zhou Zishu a ferocious look.

Zhou Zishu looked as placid as water. “He wanted my life, but I don’t want his.” He tugged at Zhang Chengling. “Let’s go.”

“Hold it!” This time it was the Hua Shan Patriarch, Yu Qiufeng*, the few Elders of the Hua Shan Sect all following behind. His complexion was utterly poor as he examined Zhou Zishu, and soon after he half-heartedly and sloppily cupped in fists in salute towards him, gritting his teeth as he spoke. “Wayward champion, you’re taking this child away right before the eyes of this land’s heroes, but aren’t you paying too little attention to the elephant in the room?”

Zhou Zishu shot him a glance. “What about it, then, Patriarch Yu?” he asked with indifference.