A Demon Suppression soldier glared venomously at Xiao Chen, pointed at his face, and cursed, "It's all because you stuck your nose where it didn't belong! Not a single martial artist in the city would have died otherwise. But now they're dead, and because of trash like you, thirty martial artists are going to die!"
Xiao Chen gave him an indifferent glance, reached out and gripped his finger, then bent it lightly. The Demon Suppression soldier immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Xiao Chen released his hand and slapped him across the face again.
Bang!
The Demon Suppression soldier flew straight out, crashing heavily into a Dog Demon as burly as a small mountain and knocking it unconscious on the spot.
The Dog Demon climbed to its feet in a daze, a trace of bewilderment appearing in its eyes.
It had been standing there perfectly well. Who had it offended? How had it ended up getting knocked over?
At this sight, everyone present froze.
He had attacked?
He had attacked in front of so many people from the Demon Suppression Office?
No one in the crowd had expected Xiao Chen to be so arrogant.
The Demon Suppression soldier sprawled on the ground was equally stunned. He had never imagined Xiao Chen would have the gall to attack him directly!
Zhao Tiangang and more than a dozen people from the Demon Suppression Office were standing right there!
Zhao Tiangang was dumbfounded as well, disbelief flashing through his eyes. He had not expected that, right in front of a Martial Master Realm expert like himself, a mere seventh-level Sword Disciple would dare strike one of his subordinates.
And how could a sword cultivator possess such a powerful body? He could casually slap an eighth-level Martial Disciple Realm cultivator flying?
"Didn't your parents teach you that pointing at people with your finger is rude?"
Xiao Chen ignored the strange looks around him completely and merely looked calmly at the Demon Suppression soldier.
The next moment, the Demon Suppression soldier climbed to his feet and rushed before Xiao Chen, his face twisted viciously. "Brat, you actually dared to ambush me?"
"Then are you ready now?"
Xiao Chen raised both hands and looked at the Demon Suppression soldier.
"I'm ready. I'm going to—"
Slap!
Before he could finish, Xiao Chen suddenly raised his hand and slapped him again. Before the Demon Suppression soldier could make any move at all, he was sent flying once more.
"Haha! Xu Feng, are you trash? A seventh-level Sword Disciple sent you flying twice? He hasn't even drawn his sword!"
"That's right. Did you skip breakfast this morning?"
"You're fucking embarrassing the Demon Suppression Office!"
Seeing this, quite a few Demon Suppression soldiers glanced at the filthy and disheveled Xu Feng, mocking him one after another.
He was only a seventh-level Sword Disciple. He had not even used his sword, yet he had beaten the eighth-level Martial Disciple Realm Li Feng so badly that he would not recognize his own mother!
It was simply outrageous!
Sword cultivators were known for their frail bodies; all their strength lay in their swords!
If he could not even defeat a seventh-level Sword Disciple who had not drawn his sword, then aside from Xu Feng being utter trash, they could find no other explanation.
Zhao Tiangang also looked at Xu Feng with disappointment, wondering whether he should hand this Xu Feng over to the Demon Race to be eaten later.
He had originally considered Xu Feng one of the more gifted among his subordinates, someone worth cultivating. Yet now, Xu Feng could not even defeat a seventh-level Sword Disciple who was not using his sword. He was complete trash!
"What... what do you know? That brat isn't ordinary! If you went up there, you'd get beaten too!"
Xu Feng snapped furiously.
At first, he too had thought that he had simply been careless and allowed Xiao Chen to ambush him. But later, even after preparing himself fully, he still could not react in time before Xiao Chen slapped him flying.
It was definitely not because he was too weak. It was because that ghost-faced youth was too strong!
But the other party was clearly a sword cultivator. How could his physical body be this powerful too?
"Heh, Xu Feng, stop making excuses for yourself. With that performance, Chief Zhao might hand you over to the Demon Race as blood food later!"
A Demon Suppression soldier sneered.
Hearing this, Xu Feng glanced at Zhao Tiangang's icy expression, and his face changed dramatically. He then looked at the Demon Suppression soldier who had spoken and gritted his teeth. "Zhu Yun, cut the fucking nonsense. If you've got the guts, try fighting that ghost-faced youth yourself!"
"I'll try, then. A mere seventh-level Sword Disciple—I can suppress him with a flip of my hand!"
Zhu Yun shot Xiao Chen a disdainful look and slowly walked over. "Brat, draw your sword! Otherwise, you won't get the chance to make a move!"
Xiao Chen slowly shook his head. "I don't need it to deal with you."
Zhu Yun's expression turned cold. "Brat, you're far too arrogant. Do you think I'm trash like Xu Feng, someone you can knead and squeeze however you please? You bastard who knows neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth! I—"
Slap!
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chen sent him flying with another slap.
This time, not only were the watching civilians shocked, even the experts of the Demon Suppression Office were stunned.
This sword cultivator had once again not drawn his sword, yet he had sent an eighth-level Martial Disciple Realm cultivator flying across a realm using only his body?
The first time might have been a coincidence. But when it happened again the second time, it could no longer be a coincidence. It could only mean that this sword cultivator was monstrously strong—his physical body had been tempered to the utmost extreme!
"Heh, you talked so big, I thought you were impressive! With strength like yours, you're not even as good as that Xu Feng!"
Xiao Chen sneered.
Zhu Yun, who had smashed heavily into the ground, stared at Xiao Chen with a face full of shock and disbelief.
How could this sword cultivator's body possibly be so strong?
Zhao Tiangang's expression changed slightly as well.
He had not expected such a monstrous talent to be lurking near Bear Martial City.
Not only was his swordsmanship razor-sharp, but even his physical body was powerful to such a degree. It completely overturned Zhao Tiangang's understanding of sword cultivators!
But no matter how gifted he was, he had offended the Demon Race. He still had to die here today.
If this brat did not die, then Zhao Tiangang would have to die!
With that thought, he stepped forward and looked coldly at Xiao Chen. "Brat, just who are you? Do you know that by attacking so rashly, not only can you not save anyone, you will cause even more people to die miserably because of you?"
Xiao Chen sneered. "Aren't you simply greedy for life and afraid of death? Why bother finding so many excuses?"
"With so many experts in your Demon Suppression Office, if you all charged together, even if you could not drive back the Demon Race, you could at least make them yield a piece of flesh and stop them from slaughtering our Human Race brethren so wantonly!"
"But what about you? You hid away and did nothing! When I took action to kill demons, you came out quickly enough! Heh, anyone who didn't know better might think you were one of the Demon Race!"
Zhao Tiangang's face reddened, and he said with an ugly expression, "How to handle the demon threat is an internal matter of Bear Martial City. What business does an outsider like you have talking so much?"
Xiao Chen looked him straight in the eyes and said solemnly, "As members of the Human Race, everyone should slaughter demons and protect the people. I'm not like you—a spineless coward with no balls!"
"You—"
Xiao Chen had struck him where it hurt. Zhao Tiangang flew into a rage at once, his blood and qi surging as terrifying power gathered in his palm, ready to attack Xiao Chen.
A powerful pressure descended directly upon Xiao Chen, making him feel a terrifying weight bearing down on him.
Yet his expression did not change. He smiled faintly. "What? You want to kill me? When the Demon Race was massacring the city, you hid like a turtle with its head tucked in. I came to help Bear Martial City defend itself, yet you want to kill me?"
"You have offended the Demon Race. Today, you must die!"
"Is that so? Then do it. There's really no one behind me—only two Sword King Realm experts, that's all!"
Xiao Chen said blandly.
The moment these words fell, the entire scene went deathly silent!
Everyone's mouths fell open!
Zhao Tiangang's pupils abruptly constricted, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice without his control.
No one behind him, only two Sword King Realm experts?
Was that even fucking human language?
Sword King Realm experts!
They were beings with boundless killing power!
Not to mention two—even one would only need to twitch a finger to destroy Zhao Tiangang!
Still, Zhao Tiangang was not too frightened. After all, the Zhenbei King stood behind him as well. The Zhenbei King was one of the Ten Kings of Great Xia.
Moreover, the Zhenbei King commanded countless troops. Even Sword King Realm experts had to fear him to some extent!
Still, Zhao Tiangang intended to ask for clarification. Even with the Zhenbei King supporting him, he did not want to offend two Sword King Realm experts unless absolutely necessary.
When a Sword King Realm expert became enraged, even heaven and earth would change color!
"You can prove that there are two Sword King Realm experts behind you?"
Zhao Tiangang asked with a frown.
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