Chen's Saber Distinguished Only Life and Death (Part Two)

Chen Ping'an sat high at the head of the hall in a dark-gold robe, his expression calm and indifferent—so indifferent that he resembled a deity gazing down upon the world.

His voice echoed through the hall and rang in the ears of the representatives from every faction.

At those words, Shi Panyue's expression tightened, only to relax in an instant and turn into a rough, hearty smile.

"Hahaha, Lord Chen, you must be joking. Shi came to offer congratulations, not to smash up the place. Lord Chen has only just arrived in Mystic Spirit, and your future is bright as brocade. It would be best to speak less of life and death, lest unnecessary trouble arise."

Shi Panyue laughed wantonly. Beneath that laughter lay concealed self-satisfaction, and his laughter made all four directions tremble.

"However, if Lord Chen insists, Shi is but a crude man who knows not the value of life. I would be happy to play with Lord Chen." Shi Panyue's thoughts were perfectly clear. In such a situation, Chen Ping'an was riding a tiger and unable to dismount. Those words just now had merely been an excuse to answer his challenge.

If one wished to defuse the situation, then one had to take the initiative to escalate it, using the worst possible outcome to force the matter into calming down.

This Reckless Saber did possess a bit of quick wit. Unfortunately, he had encountered him.

Since the other party intended this, he would add more fuel to the fire and see what the other party could do.

As long as they fought, Chen Ping'an would fall into his rhythm.

He had provoked this time because he was naturally standing in an invincible position. He had set the tone beforehand: even in the worst-case scenario, if he lost