Hearing his grandfather's words like he was almost entrusted with his own son, Zhang Zixi was anxious and stepped forward and said.

Lu Ziming sneered at that time: "Nine Swords of West Lake?"

"Zi Xi's niece, it's not my uncle who is attacking you. This time, this person who came to Jiangbei, let alone the Nine Swords of West Lake, even if you have ninety-nine Swords in West Lake, you will not have any chance of winning in this battle."

"Don't talk about you, even if you add your grandfather and your entire Zhang family, it's still far from enough."

"This character is not within our Jiangbei's force!"

"Impossible!" Zhang Zixi said dissatisfied, "My grandfather said that in this hot summer land, I can fight for the rest of the people except for the several pillar countries in the Martial God Temple."

Faced with Zhang Zixi's arrogance, Lu Ziming did not answer, but just smiled but said nothing.

"Zi Xi, you go back first."

"This is the business of our older generation, you are still young."

"When all our older generations leave, then this Jiangbei will be your era."

However, Zhang Jiuling sent off his granddaughter at this time.

"Head Lu family, now we can say who is the visitor?" Zhang Jiuling sat still closed his eyes.

Lu Ziming was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words.

Finally, his eyes were cold and he said in a cold voice: "You know this person too."

"He once slaughtered Jiangbei and also stepped on Yanshan Mountain."

"Make the Chu family surrender and make the world tremble."

"Only going to the Truman without dying, you can survive in the fierce battle realm!"

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Chapter completed!