The young man in brocade robes' face changed abruptly, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. "You're asking for death!"
His wrist flicked, and three inches of cold steel suddenly sprang from the joints of his folding fan—
It turned out that every rib concealed a blade. Now, eighteen streaks of cold light flared open like a peacock spreading its tail.
The three Spirit Patterns coiled around the blades lit up at once, weaving a murderous net of swords in midair.
This was the Liu Family's secret heirloom, the Thousand Feather Sword Fan, ranked as a high-grade Spirit Artifact.
"Clink! Clink! Clink!"
Lu Chen's five fingers, shaped like dragon claws, pierced straight through the sword net and seized the main rib with pinpoint precision.
The blades, sharp enough to sever gold and jade, did nothing but scrape a shower of sparks from his palm.
With a crisp crack, the Spirit Steel ribs were crushed into twists.
Before the flying fragments had even hit the ground, Lu Chen's figure had already closed in on the young man like a phantom.
His five dragon-claw fingers hovered three inches from the brocade-clad young man's throat—
Though they never touched him, the fierce claw-wind had already pressed five red marks into his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't dare swallow.
"Now..." Lu Chen's voice was calm. "Tell me, who's unworthy?"
The crowd erupted.
That young man in brocade was a direct descendant of the Liu Family of the Central Province, yet an unknown nobody had subdued him with a single move!
Though pinned down, the young man in brocade robes lifted his chin and sneered. "You dare lay a hand on me?! The Imperial Dynasty's laws forbid deadly fights before and after entering the Secret Realm!"
Lu Chen's gaze shifted slightly. Sure