Hearing Chu Xuan's words, the smile on Chu Feng's face grew increasingly savage.
"Complete strangers?"
"Chu Xuan, do you dare say you don't know Xu Bingning?"
"Xu Bingning?"
Chu Xuan frowned even more deeply.
He carefully searched his memories, but in the end, he still shook his head.
"Never heard of her."
"Were you deceived by someone?"
Chu Feng's expression abruptly froze.
Deceived?
This rogue priest had taken Bingning from him, humiliated him over the phone in every possible way, and now he still had the nerve to put on such an innocent act!
Did he think Chu Feng could not even find the right person to take revenge on?
"Good, good, good!"
Chu Feng laughed in fury and said "good" three times in a row.
"Since you can't remember, I'll help you remember properly!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward.
Chu Xuan's eyelids twitched. He hurriedly sidestepped toward the bridge pier beside him.
Bang!
The force of the palm swept past his shoulder and slammed heavily into the concrete wall behind him.
Chunks of stone scattered everywhere.
A cut appeared along Chu Xuan's cheek, and the anger in his heart finally became impossible to suppress.
This bastard had never intended to hear his explanation!
"You've gone too far!"
He bent down and snatched up the peachwood sword at his feet. With a twist of his wrist, he drove its tip straight toward Chu Feng's throat.
The strike was swift and vicious, clearly not some wild, random swing.
A chill flashed through Chu Feng's eyes. He turned aside to evade the blade, then slapped the flat of the sword with his palm.
Crack!
The peachwood sword snapped in half.
Chu Xuan's hand went numb, and the broken half of the sword nearly flew from his grip.
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