Anyone could perceive the resentment within Shang Que’s tone. Most of the people present didn’t know who exactly Chen Xi was, and they couldn’t help but be surprised and glance towards the young man that had just arrived when they heard this.

“I owe a great favor to Martial Uncle Zi Ming. Since his nephew was bullied to death, then I, as a junior, am naturally duty bound.” As Wen Daoran’s eyes opened and closed, the phenomenon of a myriad of swords surging about appeared within them, and his entire body seemed like a sharp sword that had been thoroughly tempered and carried an oppressive fierceness.

In the next moment, his gaze had already locked onto Chen Xi as he said coldly and indifferently, “No matter who you are, since you’ve offended a member of my Heartcontrol Swordhouse, then you must atone for your crimes with death. I’ll give you a chance, kneel down and receive death, and I’ll allow you to die slightly more swiftly.”

His voice was like ice and carried ghastly and oppressive killing intent that caused everyone present to be unable to help but be astounded.

Wen Daoran deserves to be a peerless sword cultivator from the Heartcontrol Swordhouse. He’s like a sword, fierce and overbearing, and he utterly doesn’t give others any chances.

Leng Chan’er revealed a slightly strange expression. She’d once seen Chen Xi display his overwhelming martial prowess and thrash numerous experts...