The priceless famed blade in Feng Jie's hand was snapped in two by the Sword Demon's bare grip!
"Snapped... snapped?" The middle-aged cultivator's pupils contracted slightly, unable to believe what he was seeing.
That terrifying vicious blade had nearly severed his head earlier, yet Xiao Chen had broken it in just a few moves!
"You..." Feng Jie panicked somewhat as well. The Great Xia youth before him was practically heaven-defying. His realm was so much lower than Feng Jie's, yet he could so easily defeat him against the odds!
He had not even drawn his sword before directly shattering the divine blade in Feng Jie's hand.
How could insignificant Great Xia possibly produce such an astonishing genius?
"What about me? Is this all your Blacksun Dynasty can do?"
Xiao Chen sent Feng Jie flying with a single palm strike, making him spit blood as he flew nearly a hundred meters and smashed through several ancient trees as thick as water barrels.
"Fuck you..." Feng Jie coughed up blood in great mouthfuls after hitting the ground. Yet he was fairly unyielding; even after Xiao Chen had beaten him into a dog, he still refused to lower his head!
In the end, Xiao Chen used the Dragon Slaying Fortune Seizing Sutra to drain all of Feng Jie's fortune, then tossed his corpse to the vicious beasts nearby that had long been eyeing it like tigers eyeing prey, letting him sleep forever before reaching the age of twenty.
Looking at the mass of golden mist that had sunk into his palm, Xiao Chen said with some disdain, "That little fortune, and you had the nerve to swagger around?"
"Lord Sword Demon is invincible! Thank you, Lord Sword Demon, for saving my life!" Behind him, the middle-aged cultivator was dumbfounded. Only after a long