The tip of the soft sword was caught by Chen Xiao, the blade still trembling, emitting a buzzing sound.

Seeing this, Ding Yi's expression changed drastically.

He tried to pull the sword out, but the tip was held in Chen Xiao's hand as if it had been cast in steel, and he couldn't pull it out.

Ding Yi used all his strength, his face flushed, but the tip of the sword didn't move even a fraction from Chen Xiao's fingertips.

"Boy, why are you holding my sword? You know I use a sword, and you're still holding it. Have you no shame!"

Ding Yi could actually say such a thing; one wonders who really has no shame.

Chen Xiao laughed. "Oh, you want to pull your sword out? You should have said so earlier. If you had, I would have given it back to you..."

As he spoke, Chen Xiao moved his fingertip slightly, and with a snap, the tip of the sword was broken off by him.

The tip remained in his hand, while the blade, like a soft whip, snapped back, striking Ding Yi's face directly.

Fortunately, Ding Yi managed to deflect some of the force, but even so, half of his face was red and swollen.

He was shocked. He knew that his sword was made of mysterious iron from beyond the heavens and had undergone eighty-one cycles of forging.

It was incredibly tough yet flexible, and even large machines couldn't break it.

Moreover, when Ding Yi used the sword, he infused it with his qi, further enhancing its toughness.

But even in this situation, Chen Xiao could easily break his sword with a simple snap. How strong must he be?

However, seeing his sword broken, Ding Yi was blinded by anger.

"Boy, you dare destroy my sword! If I don't kill you today, I, Ding Yi, am not a man!"

Ding Yi, holding the broken sword, swung it at Chen Xiao again.

Chen Xiao shook his head helplessly. "You've already lost. Why are you still struggling?"

As he spoke, Chen Xiao flicked his finger, and the sword tip held in his hand shot towards Ding Yi, piercing into Ding Yi's shoulder blade with a whoosh.

Clang!

Ding Yi cried out in pain, and the broken sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The sword of a swordsman falling to the ground; the meaning was self-evident.

"You..."

Ding Yi trembled all over, his face pale, staring at Chen Xiao with venom in his eyes.

Chen Xiao said coldly, "You're still not convinced?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned cold.

Ding Yi shivered and gritted his teeth. "No, I'm convinced!"

Chen Xiao: "..."

This was truly using the fiercest expression to say the softest words!

"As expected of the famous Chen-laoda of Jiangbei. I, Ding Yi, am truly convinced to have lost to you today. However, mountains don't meet, but rivers do. We'll meet again. Retreat!"

Ding Yi waved his hand, ready to leave with his men.

Chen Xiao was not happy. "Hold on. When did I say you could leave?"

Ding Yi frowned. "What else do you want?"

Chen Xiao said calmly, "You said that if you lost, you would be at my disposal. What, are you going to go back on your word?"

Ding Yi's eyes widened, and he said sternly, "Chen, don't push your luck! You've already broken my sword and injured me. Isn't that enough?"

Chen Xiao said calmly, "Of course not. You have a sinister face and a malicious heart. The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is unavoidable. Today, I will cripple your martial arts as a service to heaven!"

Ding Yi was shocked. "Do you think the people I brought are just for show? Since you are unrighteous, don't blame me for being disloyal! Go! Beat him to death!"

At Ding Yi's command, the group of martial artists behind him rushed forward.

Although these people were not as strong as him, they were all Qi Realm martial artists. No matter how strong Chen Xiao was, he couldn't fight so many opponents at once.

Moreover, there were more than just four hands!

However, Chen Xiao simply waved his hand, and a burst of qi shot out. The so-called Qi Realm martial artists all fell to the ground, wailing in pain, clearly unable to stand up.

Ding Yi finally knew fear. Chen Xiao's strength was simply beyond his imagination.

Chen Xiao slowly walked towards Ding Yi, determined to cripple his martial arts.

Ding Yi's heart was pounding. He suddenly waved his hand and said, "Wait! Chen-laoda, I'm really convinced! But do you know why I wanted your spiritual artifact so badly?"

Chen Xiao snorted. "That's your business. What does it have to do with me?"

"Of course, it does!"

Ding Yi looked at Chen Xiao. "This matter has already spread. Everyone in Qingcheng knows that you have a spiritual artifact. The old pavilion master Wang of the Cangjian Pavilion (Hidden Sword Pavilion) was injured by a spiritual fox and desperately needs this spiritual artifact to prolong his life. Even if I didn't come to you, someone else would!"

Chen Xiao was new to the area and had never heard of the Cangjian Pavilion, let alone who the old pavilion master Wang was.

He said calmly, "So what? If they're all like you, even if there are a thousand or eight hundred more, I, Chen Xiao, will beat them all!"

Ding Yi sneered. "Chen-laoda, you are indeed arrogant. You don't know what kind of existence the Cangjian Pavilion is. If you don't hand over the spiritual artifact, it's equivalent to indirectly killing the old pavilion master Wang. At that time, everyone in the Lingjian Pavilion (Spiritual Sword Pavilion) will hunt you down. Even if you escape back to Jiangbei, it will be useless."

Chen Xiao scratched his head. "I really don't understand."

Ding Yi thought Chen Xiao was afraid and became complacent. "Don't understand what? Are you afraid now?"

Chen Xiao chuckled. "What qualifications do you, a defeated opponent, a useless person, have to spout nonsense in front of me?"

As he spoke, Chen Xiao flicked his finger, and a burst of spiritual energy shot into Ding Yi's body.

Ding Yi screamed and struggled for a moment before discovering that all the qi in his body was gone. He was no better than an ordinary person.

"You, you destroyed my cultivation?!"

A hint of killing intent appeared in Chen Xiao's eyes, and he said coldly, "I'll give you one breath's time to get out of here with your people, or it won't be as simple as destroying your martial arts!"

Ding Yi swallowed, glared at Chen Xiao hatefully, and left with his men.

However, as soon as Ding Yi and his men left, the waiter just now came over and trembled as he reminded, "Mr. Chen, you've caused a big disaster this time. I advise you to leave Qingcheng quickly!"

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Chen Xiao couldn't help but ask.

The waiter pulled Chen Xiao aside and said cautiously, "Mr. Chen, you don't know, but the Cangjian Pavilion is a transcendent existence in the entire Jiaodong. It's a behemoth. Not only does it have many disciples, but its strength is also very strong. Ding Yi is just an insignificant outer disciple in the Cangjian Pavilion, yet he can stir up trouble in Qingcheng!"

Chen Xiao was slightly stunned. "I didn't expect you, a waiter, to know so much."

The waiter sighed, his face full of grief. "Mr. Chen, to be honest, my parents were killed by the Cangjian Pavilion!"