C840 Zhao Teng's Provocation

Swish!

A cold light flashed. Before Zhao Teng's hand could land on Zhan Ming, it was cut by the Dragon Slaying Sabre.

Ah!" Zhao Teng immediately retracted his hand and saw a cut on his palm. Bright red blood flowed out crazily from the wound, which was very painful.

"You dare to hurt me?" Zhao Teng glared angrily at Zhan Ming as he questioned him