Hum!
Chen Jian raised his hand and grasped at empty air, unleashing a startling surge of suction.
The middle-aged man concealed in the crowd immediately began sliding forward, his body beyond his control.
"Hm?"
The middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly. He stamped down hard, and powerful internal energy surged through him.
But his body stopped for only an instant before Chen Jian dragged him forward again.
At once, the middle-aged man stopped resisting. Riding the pull, he charged toward Chen Jian and thrust out his palm.
Chen Jian remained calm. He sidestepped the palm strike, caught the man's wrist, and flung him hard.
Thud!
With a dull impact, Chen Jian hurled the middle-aged man onto the ground near Jiang Xiaobai's feet.
The middle-aged man was just about to get up when a piercing sword cry rang out.
Shing!
Tang Ningshuang drew her sword, pressing its icy edge against the middle-aged man's neck.
The middle-aged man immediately went rigid, his expression turning ugly. Finally, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiaobai.
"What, am I not even allowed to reject you as Blade-Guarding Envoy?"
"You are!"
Jiang Xiaobai glanced at the middle-aged man and nodded lightly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was about to speak again, but Jiang Xiaobai had already raised his hand.
The instant the Desert Eagle appeared, it was aimed straight at the middle-aged man.
Bang!
The piercing gunshot echoed across Rear Mountain.
The middle-aged man stiffened. His raised head fell heavily, and he lay there with his eyes closed forever.
At the sight, the martial artists' animated discussions all fell silent.
Many stared at Jiang Xiaobai in horror.
What kind of technique was that?
One strike had killed the man on the spot.
Moreover, no one had expected Jiang Xiaobai to act so decisively.
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