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"Now, what else do you have to say?" Ronnie said, his hawk-like gaze fixed on Jiang Chen, his tone calm yet menacing. He wanted Jiang Chen to feel fear; no one had ever dared to remain so composed in front of him.
However, what shattered his expectations was that his display of power did not intimidate Jiang Chen at all. Jiang Chen stood there, hands behind his back, exuding an air of tranquility.
Liu Zhi and Liang Hong stood beside Jiang Chen, their bodies frozen in shock, eyes wide with disbelief. The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, as if everyone's breath had been stolen, all eyes glued to Jiang Chen.
"Your little tricks are nothing to boast about in front of me. I want to see the mastermind behind this game; bring him to me," Jiang Chen stated, his tone still unruffled.
His voice was soft yet resonated clearly in everyone's ears. To be honest, Jiang Chen wasn't here to kill; the old man had lived a long life and wouldn't last many more years even if Jiang Chen spared him. However, if he proved ungrateful, Jiang Chen would crush him like an ant underfoot.
After all, stepping on an ant required little effort; it depended solely on Jiang Chen's mood—whether he wanted to step or not.
Ronnie glared at Jiang Chen, furious enough to smoke. What kind of attitude was this?
"You brat, are your eyes blind? If I had used a bit more force just now, you would have been split in half by my sword energy!" Ronnie shouted angrily, frustrated by Jiang Chen's lack of respect.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly; it seemed people only realized the danger when faced with death.
He took a step forward toward Ronnie.
Ronnie was infuriated, cursing Jiang Chen as a madman. He had never encountered such an unreasonable young man before.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish," Ronnie roared, his white hair standing on end with rage. As he saw Jiang Chen approach, he raised his sword and swung it down at him.
The Knight's Sword emitted a brilliant light, containing overwhelming sword energy that stirred the air around them.
As Ronnie swung his sword at Jiang Chen, the onlookers instinctively lowered their heads, unable to bear the sight. If that strike landed, Jiang Chen would surely be cleaved in two—it was terrifying.
Ronnie didn't use his full strength; after all, he was a master of the Divine Realm and held a sense of pride. Dealing with a young man was like killing a chicken—no need for heavy artillery.
As the long sword descended, Ronnie's expression was cold and indifferent. "To die at my hands would be worth it for you," he said with an air of arrogance.
"Clang!"
At that moment, as the sword fell, Jiang Chen suddenly reached out and pinched the blade between his middle finger and index finger. With a slight exertion of force, the sword snapped in half with a resounding crack.
Ronnie staggered back slightly; shock replaced his previously haughty demeanor. This Knight's Sword may not have been an extraordinary weapon but was incredibly resilient—capable of cutting through ordinary stone and even steel with its sword energy. Yet now it lay broken in Jiang Chen's grasp.
Even though he saw it with his own eyes, Master Ronnie found it hard to believe.
His first instinct was to suspect that the sword was faulty.
The sound of the sword breaking caught the attention of those who had lowered their heads in shame, and everyone looked up in unison.
To their surprise, there was no expected scene of bloodshed; instead, they saw Jiang Chen standing casually, one hand behind his back and the other holding a broken sword fragment with ease.
The crowd was dumbfounded, staring blankly.
“How… how is this possible?” Master Ronnie stammered.
“What’s impossible about it? I’ve already told you, your strength is insignificant in my eyes,” Jiang Chen replied coolly. With a casual flick of his fingers, he sent the tip of the sword flying towards a stone wall.
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