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In this world, people tend to judge a person's depth based on appearances. On Earth, when meeting someone for the first time, no one believes that Jiang Chen is a formidable figure. This is understandable; even in the Xiu Xian World, it is the same.
Liu Liangmei glanced at Jiang Chen and noticed that he seemed neither angry nor inclined to teach Lou Yijing a lesson. She continued, “Mr. Jiang is not an ordinary young man. Lou Yijing, you’d better show some respect.”
“I don’t need to be polite to you, so why should I be polite to a young man? Liu Liangmei, don’t try to scare me here. Someone, please escort Liu Liangmei and this Mr. Jiang out,” Lou Yijing said sharply. Du Yujie and other disciples of the Xuan Yue Sect stepped forward, glaring at Liu Liangmei and Jiang Chen.
“Let’s go; you’re just an eyesore here. My master is in a good mood today; otherwise, you’d be leaving sideways,” Du Yujie said. Although she feared Liu Liangmei’s strength, with her master backing her up, she felt emboldened and became arrogant again.
Liu Liangmei did not move but looked at Jiang Chen. “Mr. Jiang, it seems that our attempt at negotiation is futile.”
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, finished his glass of red wine in one gulp, then looked at the empty glass with a half-smile and said, “Well then, let’s use the simplest method.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the glass in his hand shattered with a loud crack. Glass shards flew everywhere, but strangely, they did not fall to the ground; instead, they hung suspended in the air as if time had frozen.
Lou Yijing’s expression changed dramatically; he was clearly shocked by Jiang Chen's power.
While everyone was still in disbelief, Jiang Chen waved his hand gently, and the glass shards flew towards Lou Yijing like dancing butterflies.
Lou Yijing had no time to remain shocked; he swiftly drew a soft sword from his waist. This soft sword was a valuable treasure; when not in use, it could be concealed as a belt. In combat, one could draw it unexpectedly from the waist to engage in battle. However, such weapons were difficult for ordinary people to wield effectively.
The essence of the soft sword lies in its flexibility; even Ye Xiaoying, the foremost practitioner of Huaxia Swordsmanship, would struggle to use it with precision.
Most sword techniques emphasize strength and aggression—one strike can cover the heavens—but women practicing swordsmanship often add a touch of grace. Thus, using a soft sword suits them perfectly.
“Yujie, step aside,” Lou Yijing commanded.
Du Yujie and the others reacted quickly and moved aside. Lou Yijing flicked his soft sword; it danced like a serpent and formed a dazzling array of sword flowers that mingled with the glass shards.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The glass shards collided with the soft sword with sharp sounds echoing through the hall. Shards flew wildly around them; those watching were caught off guard—some had shards embedded in their faces and were bleeding profusely.
Jiang Chen had merely acted casually and did not intend to take anyone's life; otherwise, even a single shard could pierce through several bodies, leading to true carnage.
Lou Yijing blocked the glass shards, but screams filled the hall. Most of those present were female disciples of Lou Yijing; for women, their appearance was often more important than their lives. At that moment, having their faces cut by shards was more maddening than being killed.
Lou Yijing frowned at the cacophony of screams; he was quite displeased. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion, yet blood was everywhere—it felt very unlucky.
“Enough! Stop screaming; it’s just minor injuries. You’ll be fine after applying some medicine later,” Lou Yijing said in a deep voice.
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