On a quiet, tree-lined road at Southland University.
Green trees line both sides, their leaves rustling in the chilly autumn wind.
Miles Ning?
Chad Chu's expression changed instantly. Though he didn't recognize the name Miles Ning, he could sense a deep, indescribable killing intent. He stared intently at the phone and said in a low voice, "I am Martial General Chad Chu. Who are you?"
Heh.
Andrew Han's lips curled faintly.
This poor kid must have something wrong with his head. He hasn't even figured out who he's dealing with and already came looking for trouble—far too foolish and arrogant.
Even if he came to demand accountability, he should have weighed his options carefully.
But he doesn't know.
Miles Ning's fearsome reputation is mostly limited to the area around Riverford. In Southland City, those who know his name are either Martial Lords or people like Yan Cangtu, with past ties to Miles.
Moreover,
Few people know that Andrew is Miles Ning's disciple.
The next moment,
Chad Chu continued in a low voice, "Rumor has it that Peerless Andrew Han has a Master surnamed Ning. Is that you? It's a bit much for a senior to bully a junior, isn't it?"
"Let me make this clear—"
"Iron Sun Sect has already accepted me as a core disciple. Once the Ranking Battle is over, I'll officially join. If you want to ignore your status and kill me, you'd better consider the weight of Iron Sun Sect."
With that,
Chad Chu turned his phone, eyes narrowed.
Before coming here, he'd only investigated Andrew Han's family situation, and vaguely heard of a Master surnamed Ning. Everything else was unknown.
But he was absolutely confident.
As a Martial General–level student who rose swiftly through the ranks, his cultivation progress was truly extraordinary—he had nothing to fear. Even so, being peerless did not mean he was without weakness.
As long as he stayed a full realm above Andrew Han, even Peerless was no threat at all!
Suddenly.
From the phone came Miles Ning’s puzzled voice: "Wait a moment."
"Alright, I’ll let you think slowly." Chad Chu tilted his head, a flash of wary apprehension in his eyes.
He was not foolish, and would never be blindly arrogant.
But standing to the side, Andrew Han simply shook his head in quiet resignation.
Wait a moment?
What exactly did Master want to wait for?
Unfortunately, Andrew could not guess... His Master’s mind was truly unpredictable, erratic and cruel; no one could foresee what Miles Ning would do next.
As his thoughts shifted, Andrew couldn’t help but feel a hint of curiosity, and glanced at Chad Chu with a touch of pity.
If Miles Ning wanted to kill, no one could stop him.
And Master especially enjoyed killing entire families... Andrew’s lips curled into an inexplicable smile as he leisurely stepped back two paces, his gaze cold and merciless.
Even if Miles Ning didn’t kill, he would.
The Martial Arts World’s iron law of capital crimes did not include targeting each other’s families—such acts would only earn contempt and scorn.
Since Chad Chu didn’t care about contempt, he must be ready to face Andrew’s wrath.
"It’s just a pity you don’t even realize it yet."
"On the other end of that call is my Master, Miles Ning! Even as one of the Five Hua Generals, in front of Master, you would be doomed." Andrew glanced casually at two passing girls.
Hua General Chad Chu must die.
And Master need not act himself—when the Ranking Battle comes tomorrow, Andrew would kill him with his own hands. As for here and now, he could not strike.