"It's her!" Iron Face Man saw Han Xiaoxing's face, but it was already too late for her to quickly put on the Cat Mask.
At the next moment, Han Xiaoxing rushed down from the mountain peak, her short sword shimmering with a piercing cold light, clearly intending to kill Iron Face Man.
Han Xiaoxing was exceptionally fast, and her strength had greatly improved compared to seven years ago. Iron Face Man didn't expect Han Xiaoxing to strike so decisively and found himself at a disadvantage from the very beginning.
Iron Face Man was also strong, fending off Han Xiaoxing's two or three moves before trying to call out Han Xiaoxing's name.
But the words, when they reached his lips, just couldn't be spoken.
Facing someone from his past, standing on the land that once was his home, Iron Face Man did not dare to admit he was once a member of the Purple Mist Sect.
