Arrogant and overbearing, acting as though no one else mattered.
In the Dry Abyss Realm, Xiang Yuan had been meek and submissive. Here, he struck with an iron fist, crippling Han Iron Hand with a single blow and seizing the initiative, silencing the uninvited guests until none dared utter a word.
Such arrogance naturally required the capital to back it up. Everyone pondered whether, in Xiang Yuan's place, they could have crippled Han Iron Hand in a single move.
If not, they had best keep their mouths shut from here on.
As it happened, there was someone present who could do it.
Under the expectant gazes of Chief Wang and Madam Hongmiao, Master Hongneng recited a Buddhist invocation. "This benefactor injures others the moment he acts—what murderous intent. This poor monk is untalented, yet I am willing to test the long blade in your hand."
Only then did the crowd come to their senses. That was right—how could a half-grown boy be so formidable? The blade was merely a tool to deceive the eye, a pretense that his saber arts surpassed his fist and foot techniques.
Even so, the crowd could not help but marvel. At such a young age, he had turned Han Iron Hand into Han One Hand with one strike. The rumors outside were true: the Li Clan's orphaned heir possessed peerless martial arts, and whoever obtained him could become invincible beneath heaven.
"Young master, do not agree. This monk's methods are no trifling matter. Just leave—they will not be able to catch you," Xiao Heizi stepped forward and said.
Xiang Yuan ignored him. To put it would sound too arrogant, ill-suited to his steady disposition: it was not that he looked down on Master Hongneng. He truly did look down on him.
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