Chapter 361: Xu the Big Bluffer, Returning to the Jianghu

"Little guy?"

Zhang Zhongmou's pupils involuntarily contracted.

At his age, he was being called "little guy"?

This kid...

Something was definitely off!

Could it even be that this youthful face was a deliberate disguise?

But, judging by his bone age, he was only around twenty years old!

Zhang Zhongmou's mind raced. If someone could fake their bone age right in front of him, how powerful must their true strength be?

When had the Zhang family provoked such an enemy?!

As for whether this young man in front of him was really as ordinary as he appeared...

What a joke!

Which junior would dare to play such games in front of Zhang Zhongmou?

Were they asking for death?!

Zhang Zhongmou suppressed his doubts, swallowed hard, and forced out the words: "Who... who exactly are you?"

Xu Xiaoshou strolled leisurely through the air.

Before this, he might have felt a bit uneasy about pretending to be a big shot.

But after witnessing the masked person's cultivation level, he realized that there were people in this world who didn't cultivate spiritual yuan at all.

And unfortunately, his own sword dao realm, including his sword intent, seemed to mimic the masked person's to some extent.

He fell silent for a full twelve breaths before imitating the masked person's tone and speaking indifferently.

"Who am I?"

"Heh, I'll give you three chances to guess."

Xu Xiaoshou smiled slightly. "If you can't guess, I'll take something from your Scripture Pavilion."

This disdainful tone instantly ignited Zhang Zhongmou's anger.

He nearly lashed out, but thinking of the Su family's recent devastation, he restrained himself.

Things had been unstable in Tian Sang City lately, and it was entirely possible for some eccentric and reclusive experts to show up.

If his impulsiveness brought trouble to the Zhang family, Zhang Zhongmou would be the first to blame himself.

Taking a deep breath, he said:

"After careful thought, I truly have no grievances with you from the past, nor any grudges today."

"Why did you first blow up a section of my Zhang estate and now target my treasure, the Scripture Pavilion?"

Xu Xiaoshou ignored him completely.

How could a big shot let someone else lead the conversation?

His gaze drifted lightly as he said: "Three chances—are you ready to start guessing?"

Zhang Zhongmou paused, his eyes burning with fury once more.

This guy was asking for a beating!

Did he really think the Zhang family's three Wangzuo seats were easy targets?

"I have never met you before, so how could I know?" he said coldly.

"Never met?"

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and decided to play along. "So, you really don't know why I'm here?"

Zhang Zhongmou was taken aback.

Could it be that the Zhang family had unknowingly offended someone, and now a powerful expert had come knocking?

His expression tightened as he said seriously: "I truly don't know about the minor affairs of the family. Please speak plainly."

Xu Xiaoshou smirked again, his flowery-masked face making it look rather creepy.

"Minor affairs?"

"It seems your Zhang family is way up in the clouds if you can call a Wangzuo-level assassin a minor matter."

A lightning bolt flashed through Zhang Zhongmou's mind, and he suddenly understood.

It was him!

Xu Xiaoshou had killed a Wangzuo-level assassin, and Zhang Zhongmou had found that suspicious from the start.

Sure enough, this guy had a powerful protector!

Now, the assassin hadn't succeeded, and the protector had come for revenge!

In that instant, sweat beaded on Zhang Zhongmou's forehead.

This was someone who could kill a Wangzuo!

Someone who could kill a Wangzuo and still escape under the city lord's mansion pressure!

Someone who could escape in broad daylight and then attack the Zhang estate that very night, blowing up the entire Dongting District altar!

Even though he was a Wangzuo, at his peak, could he match this person?

After all, once you reached the Wangzuo realm, it wasn't like ordinary spirit refiners where you could just kill on a whim.

At the same level, a battle might drag on for ten days or half a month without a clear winner, let alone a decisive kill.

If this person could take down the "Three Incense Sticks" Wangzuo assassin, their strength must be top-tier!

In that moment, Zhang Zhongmou completely forgot why this incredibly strong person had disguised themselves as a gatekeeper to enter the tower.

His mind was filled with anxiety, nearly prompting him to call for backup.

"Are you thinking of calling for help?"

Xu Xiaoshou spoke just in time.

This casual question almost made Zhang Zhongmou's heart leap out of his throat.

"N-no, not at all. You... you're overthinking it." Zhang Zhongmou's lips trembled.

He stopped his restless hands.

Because he suddenly wasn't sure if calling for help would even make a difference against this strange opponent.

But Xu Xiaoshou wasn't so composed anymore.

Seeing the old man's excessive nervousness, he was startled himself.

What had this guy imagined?

His original plan was just to impersonate the masked person and intimidate him.

Who knew the old man would cower like this?

Was he faking it?

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated.

He suddenly realized that due to the difference in their cultivations, if the old man had secretly called for help, he might not even notice.

"Are you lying to me?"

He spoke coldly, his face turning serious instead of smiling.

Zhang Zhongmou panicked.

He hadn't moved at all—how could he have called anyone?

In front of someone who could kill a Wangzuo and might even be at the Zhan Dao level, three Wangzuo wouldn't make much difference.

At best, it would just mean two more seconds before their heads rolled!

"You..."

"Don't 'you' me!"

Xu Xiaoshou cut him off irritably. Whether the old man had called for help or not, he couldn't wait around.

Any longer, and he'd be exposed!

But if he just turned and left now, wouldn't that prove he was a fraud?

He had already said he wanted to take something from the Scripture Pavilion, and if the old man suspected foul play and he fled...

That would be digging his own grave!

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, skipped the small talk, and waved his hand to seize his Yuanfu.

A flash of light, and a short boy in a conical hat appeared.

"Mama..."

The soft murmur made Zhang Zhongmou freeze.

"Another one without any cultivation?"

He glanced at the young man in front of him.

Honestly, inborn cultivation was no different in his eyes from this newly appeared boy who had none.

And their ages...

That terrifying thought he had dismissed earlier surged back.

Were these two faking it?

Zhang Zhongmou instantly flared with rage. If this young man was really faking, then he, Zhang Zhongmou, would never live it down.

A peak Wangzuo scared by an inborn cultivator?

If word got out... how could he ever show his face again?

"Attack!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't hesitate and issued the kill order.

He had no idea if the old man had secretly acted or called for help, but right now, taking control was the only way to regain the upper hand.

"You still dare to attack?"

Zhang Zhongmou realized something was wrong.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes red, but suddenly saw the boy in the conical hat in front of the young man vanish.

"This speed..."

"Is this guy for real—a Wangzuo?"

Zhang Zhongmou was terrified.

His worldview was overturned again, only to be overturned once more. He felt like he had lost the ability to think.

Was this for real?!

What on earth was the background of these two?

Before he could think further, a wind stirred behind his head.

Zhang Zhongmou barely managed to turn and raise his hands in defense.

One punch.

A-Jie stood still, but Zhang Zhongmou's hand bones shattered, and his whole body was sent flying like a cannonball.

Blood sprayed everywhere, but Zhang Zhongmou was too stunned to feel the pain.

"Under suspicion, passive value: 1."