Wang Chong lost all patience. He turned his spear, and a half-foot blade of Qi shot from its edge. With a light downward stroke, he cut Li Hujie's Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Saber in two, then followed through with a sweep of the shaft that knocked the bandit to the ground. He leveled the spearpoint at him and shouted, "Don't move, unless you want to lose your life."
Li Hujie lay facedown, but felt little humiliation. He merely cried out in horror, "A Great Grandmaster! You're a Great Grandmaster?"
"Since when has the world had a Great Grandmaster this young?"
"Are you an immortal reborn?"
Cheng Huang, Chang Shusun, and Li Hongji watched the fight with very different feelings. Cheng Huang prided himself on his exceptional martial skills and had retained some conceit even after joining Wang Chong. Although he had been treated with considerable regard, he had thought it only his due. Now, seeing this, he could not help being secretly alarmed. I'd better rein myself in from now on, he thought. Chang Shusun thought to himself, The Prince of Yan's martial skills are actually even greater than Marshal Li Cunshou's. Simply astounding! Entering his service really was the right choice. Li Hongji's thoughts were different again. He had only one thought: When the Prince of Yan captured me last time, he was actually holding back...
Wang Chong smiled. "I am Wen Zhengchun, the current Prince of Yan. If you submit, I'll spare your life. If not, I'll send you to the Western Paradise."
Li Hujie cried, "You're the Prince of Yan? Did you promise Li Kerang that he could dig up one of the Jiang Clan's imperial tombs?"
Wang Chong was greatly surprised. This was an extremely closely guarded secret, known only to himself and Li Kerang. After all, digging