God? Nerves

Tang San's fingertips still gripped the three Bone-Piercing Nails tightly, but not far behind him, Chen Xuan stood quietly. Though only two feet away, he gave off an oppressive sense of being both near and distant.

He did not approach, nor did he say a word.

Yet that very silence made Tang San afraid to make a move.

Tang San slowly put away his hidden weapons, his heart full of unwillingness.

But no matter what, that unwillingness seemed incapable of changing the situation.

The scholar carrying a bamboo case stood there, without the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power around him, yet Tang San did not dare act rashly.

Tang San's thoughts churned rapidly. Everyone knew this young master was a Confucian scholar who did not cultivate Soul Power and devoted himself to learning.

But if he truly was as unremarkable as the rumors claimed, how could he have seen through the movements Tang San had hidden in his sleeve at a glance?

And how could he have frozen him in place with just a few words?

Everything indicated that this man's hidden depths were far beyond what his appearance suggested.

Damn it, those rumors about Chen Xuan had been utterly misleading. What helpless scholar, what man versed only in letters and untouched by killing—those were probably all lies.

With someone like Xie Ru standing behind him, how could he possibly be an ordinary scholar?

Tang San slowly retreated behind Tang Yuehua and said in a low voice, "Aunt, that man does not seem simple."

Tang Yuehua slightly turned her face and glanced at Chen Xuan. Noticing the cold sweat still undried on Tang San's brow, she gently pressed his arm. "Don't stir up trouble."

Tang San nodded and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Zhou Qiubai