The vast Eastern Celestial Master Mansion of Jing Kingdom was silent as the grave.
When Jiang Wang placed his hand upon his sword.
The contemporary prodigy of Jing Kingdom, who had only just ascended to True Insight, beheld true immortality, and leapt into the upper echelons of the Central Empire, became a pig or sheep awaiting slaughter in an instant.
At this moment, everyone had to face two questions.
The first question—could Chen Suan survive Jiang Wang's single sword strike?
In truth, once this became a question, the answer had already answered itself.
Jiang Wang's strength had been proven time and again through his legendary exploits. As the youngest True Person in history, he had not truly made a move in the Present World for a long time. No one knew just how far his strength had now reached, but Chen Suan certainly was not enough to test it. This was the common understanding of all.
Now that Jiang Wang had said he would use but one sword, no one dared say on Chen Suan's behalf that he could definitely withstand it.
The second question—would Jiang Wang kill Chen Suan?
By common sense, he should not.
Even if he bore aloft the banner of Humanity's Torrent and wore the tiger skin of the Great Void Pavilion, even if Chen Suan had indeed violated the rules, indeed resisted arrest, indeed given Jiang Wang cause to act—the price of killing Chen Suan would inevitably be grave.
Jiang Wang should not be so unwise.
But by common sense, Jiang Wang should not have investigated All-Under-Heaven City, much less come to the imperial capital of Great Jing!
Could Jiang Wang's current state truly be judged by common sense?
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