The group whispered among themselves, their eyes gleaming with calculation, as if they could already see Xiao Chen being besieged by cultivators from the Northern Region.
Downstairs, Xiao Chen chose a table at the back to sit down—he wasn't there to fight for a seat, he just wanted to listen to some news in peace, but he didn't expect that as soon as he sat down, a figure with ill intentions would sway over.
"Where did this stray dog come from, daring to sit here?" The newcomer was dressed in the attire of the Northern Region's "Iron Saber Sect," his face filled with arrogance, clearly deliberately looking for trouble. "This table was reserved by our Iron Saber Sect. If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or don't blame me for being merciless with my blade!"
The surrounding cultivators all turned their heads, and many of them showed expressions of watching a good show. The Iron Saber Sect was not considered top-tier in the Northern Region, but it was still quite famous among the younger generation. This disciple was deliberately provoking trouble, clearly targeting Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen raised his eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering. He could sense that the killing intent emanating from this Iron Saber Sect disciple was merely superficial, more like a pawn being pushed out of the game, with the true malice hidden in the shadows.
"Get lost." Xiao Chen uttered only one word.
"You're courting death!" Enraged, the Iron Saber Sect disciple drew his long saber with a clang, aiming straight for Xiao Chen's face with a sharp gust of wind. "How dare you run wild in the Northern Region! Today I'll teach you how to spell death!"
When the blade was still three feet away from Xiao Chen, it was suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier—it was the spear aura naturally emanating from Xiao Chen's body, like the sharpest armor, gleaming with a faint dark light, which deflected the blade wind by an inch.
"Huh?" The Iron Saber Sect disciple was taken aback. He then increased the amount of spiritual energy he poured into the saber and pressed it down again, but he still couldn't make any progress. It was as if what was in front of him was not flesh and blood, but a piece of black iron wrapped in spear energy.
The surrounding cultivators were also dumbfounded: "What kind of technique is this? He blocked the sword attack with just his aura?"
"This Xiao Chen... is stronger than the rumors say!"
Xiao Chen picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and didn't even lift his eyelids. It wasn't until the Iron Saber Sect disciple's forehead veins bulged, almost as if he was burning his life essence to force a breakthrough, that he calmly raised his finger and gently touched the barrier of spear energy.
"laugh--"
A condensed spear aura, as fine as a needle, shot out from the barrier, precisely piercing through the blade wind and stabbing into the chest of the Iron Blade Sect disciple with a "thud".
"ah!"
A scream rang out as the Iron Saber Sect disciple staggered backward, clutching his chest and spitting out blood repeatedly, his face ashen white. The spear energy pierced through his protective spiritual energy, but precisely avoided vital points, only injuring his meridians—though not fatal, it was enough to render him unable to use his spiritual energy for half a year.
Xiao Chen put down his teacup, glanced at the disciple, and said in a calm voice, "Next time someone asks you to use them as pawns, think twice about your own worth."
The Iron Saber Sect disciple trembled as he looked into Xiao Chen's eyes, which seemed to see right through people. He suddenly remembered the words of his elders before they set off: "Just provoke them, someone will take responsibility if anything happens." A chill ran from his feet to the top of his head—he had been used as a pawn!
The surroundings fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned by Xiao Chen's move—a seemingly casual finger strike contained the ultimate control over spiritual power, capable of both injuring and holding back. This strength was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators!
In the private room, his face darkened, and he clenched his fists tightly: "Useless! He can't even kill someone!"
The man in black from the Shadow Pavilion frowned as well: "Xiao Chen is more cautious than expected, he didn't actually go for the kill... It seems we have to change our approach."
Downstairs, ignoring the shocked, fearful, or greedy gazes around him, Xiao Chen picked up the spirit wine on the table again and took a small sip.
He knew very well that the Iron Saber Sect disciple he had just encountered was merely an appetizer; the real killing move was yet to come.
Do you want him to antagonize the Northern Region? Do you want to use someone else to do your dirty work?
Xiao Chen's lips curled into a cold smile as he lightly tapped the table with his fingertips.
Let's go then.
Whether it's the Xuantian Sect, the Shadow Pavilion, or other forces hidden in the shadows, he can handle them all.
Hidden Dragon Society? Martial Arts Tournament?
He will let everyone know that cultivators in the Southern Region are not pushovers to be bullied.
Especially Xiao Chen.
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