Facing the surrounding Wudang Sect disciples, Jiang Siming gave a disdainful smile. He swept both hands outward, and the chopstick holder on the table exploded.
Dozens of bamboo chopsticks transformed into the sharpest weapons, shooting toward them.
The Wudang disciples hurriedly controlled their swords to block. When the bamboo chopsticks struck their blades, a shocking scene unfolded.
The Wudang disciples' swords, which could normally be snapped with ease, were actually sliced in two by the chopsticks!
Clink, clink, clink!
The crisp sound of breaking swords rang out through the restaurant.
Song Qingshu and the Wudang disciples stood there dumbfounded, instantly realizing that this was someone they could never defeat.
"I admit that my skills are inferior. Sorry for disturbing you."
Song Qingshu immediately wanted to turn around and leave.
"Did I say you could leave?" Jiang Siming chuckled.
"What else do you want? Don't forget, I'm a disciple of the Wudang Sect. If you dare touch me, my grandteacher won't let you off." Song Qingshu's face turned pale and green.
"But your grandteacher isn't beside you right now. If I kill you, who would know who I am? And who would know I did it?" Jiang Siming sneered.
Song Qingshu's heart trembled. He was genuinely afraid that Jiang Siming would do it. His life was more important.
"Then what do you want?" Song Qingshu asked through clenched teeth.
"First, hand over everything valuable on you." As he spoke, Jiang Siming took another bite of mutton. Mm, this gamey flavor was authentic. Mutton was good for male potency.
Song Qingshu felt deeply aggrieved, but he was truly wary of Jiang Siming's martial arts.
In the end, he could only choose to submit and pull out all the silver on him. The other Wudang disciples followed suit.
"Why aren't you taking yours