"Look, it is Ma Shuo this time. No one has ever escaped alive after irking Ma Shuo", the onlookers started to talk among themselves.
A vicious grin appeared on Ma Shuo's face as he approached Zhan Chen with long strides. Then he swung his heavy swords towards Zhan Chen after reaching near him.
Zhan Chen was preparing to dodge when he felt something. The swords of Ma Shuo froze in midair before landing on Zhan Chen's body.
"Commander, back away. Let me handle this matter from now on", a tranquil voice came from the sky.
It was the driver of the silver chariot who chose to appear in the sky and stopped the fight between Ma Shuo and Zhan Chen.
"Yes senior", Ma Shuo tried his best to calm his anger and left after bowing towards the driver of the silver chariot.
"Little friend, sorry for the inconveniences. I hope you will not hold it against us", the old expert spoke to Zhan Chen.
"Senior, it is not your fault", Zhan Chen replied.
