After Lu Chen left, a trace of disappointment involuntarily appeared in Zhou Xiangshan's eyes.
He had actually wanted to see Chu Xisheng's saber skills for himself.
Twenty days earlier, Zhou Xiangshan had seen Chu Xisheng suppress twelve fellow disciples with the power of his Divine Sense at Zhengyang Martial Academy, but he had never seen him draw his saber.
Unfortunately, "Silver-Patterned Tiger" Lu Chen had retreated before the battle, depriving him of that spectacle.
Watching Lu Chen's retreating back, Zhou Liangchen sneered coldly. "That's the kind of person he is. He never does anything he isn't confident about."
But then his expression grew solemn. "The fellow is cowardly and shameless, but his strength is the real thing. He's sinister and cunning, hiding a blade behind his smile, and petty beyond measure. So you still need to be careful, Brother Chu. You made him lose face this time. He certainly won't let it rest."
"Is that so?"
Chu Xisheng raised an eyebrow slightly, then nodded with apparent nonchalance, saying breezily, "Understood."
Inside, however, he was cursing furiously.
And whose fault was it that I made him lose face?
If you hadn't said those two things, none of this would have happened today.
And now Lu Chen was far from the only person hostile toward him.
Chu Xisheng focused on the status bar in the illusory screen and saw that the word "Yazi" was a glaring scarlet.
-Your Yazi Saber Intent has risen to moderate intensity!
All the Ninth Rank Martial Cultivators around the inn, together with their accompanying servants and the personnel of the various factions, numbered no more than twenty-five hundred.
Yet they could stimulate his Yazi Saber Intent to moderate intensity!
That showed just how deep their hostility and how fierce their malice ran.
Clearly, Zhou Liangchen's