Chapter 632 - 630: Now, Scram

He never expected the people of Chenxi Pavilion to be so arrogant.

Even after he, Chen Lian, announced his title as the Deputy Guard Captain of the City Lord’s Mansion, the people from Chenxi Pavilion remained utterly contemptuous.

It was a complete loss of face for Chen Lian.

’Since when had the name of the City Lord’s Mansion become so ineffective?’

He was furious.

Especially that boy in the white straw hat. He looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, yet he was shooting him a sidelong glance—a look of utter contempt.

Enraged, Chen Lian abruptly drew the saber from his waist. It was at least a Top-Grade Dharma Artifact and incredibly deadly in the hands of a Martial King Expert like himself.

He had killed countless people with this saber.

"Courting death! How dare you glare at me like that?"

As he spoke, Chen Lian brought his saber down in a vicious chop.

The blade whistled through the air, about to split the straw-hatted boy’s head. As the Deputy Guard Captain of the City Lord’s Mansion, Chen Lian killed without batting an eye; to him, human lives were as worthless as weeds.

And so, he decided to kill the boy.

In his eyes, the boy was just an ordinary kid.

He didn’t give it a second thought.

The boy was, of course, Xiaotian—a young Golden Dragon.

Despite his youthful appearance, Xiaotian was a Martial Emperor First Heaven. When he entered a combat state, his power was sufficient to rival a Martial Emperor Second Realm.

Of course, if he were to unleash the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon, Xiaotian’s Combat Power would become truly terrifying.

SWISH!

The cold glint of the blade descended, heading straight for Xiaotian’s neck.

But Xiaotian remained perfectly still.

He gave Chen Lian a nonchalant glance.

WHOOSH!

In the end, Chen Lian’s saber struck Xiaotian on the neck.

CLANG!

The scene he had imagined—a head hitting the ground in a spray of blood—did not occur.

The moment his saber struck Xiaotian’s neck, a faint golden light flickered there, coalescing into a layer of golden Scale Armor.

The impact felt as if his saber had struck indestructible steel.

Xiaotian hadn’t moved an inch.

CRACK!

To his absolute horror, Chen Lian watched as the saber in his hand, a Top-Grade Dharma Artifact, instantly snapped in half.

CLATTER!

The broken half clattered to the ground, making a dull sound.

At the same time, Chen Lian was even more shocked to discover a rebound force traveling up from the hilt, making his entire arm go numb.

"This..."

He was stunned, staring at Xiaotian as if he’d seen a ghost.

A single strike from him, a Martial King First Heaven, should have instantly killed any expert below the Martial King Realm.

But the scene before him left him in a daze.

His saber was broken, and his opponent was completely unscathed.

He refused to believe the boy before him possessed a high Cultivation.

Startled, he hastily retreated two steps.

He pointed at Xiaotian and barked, "Brat, what kind of Demon Technique are you using?"

Xiaotian looked at Chen Lian with indifference.

"What did you say? Are you talking to me?"

As he spoke, Xiaotian suddenly stood up.

He slowly began to walk toward Chen Lian.

Chen Lian’s heart skipped a beat.

He had a very bad feeling.

This Chenxi Pavilion felt... off. The boy before him clearly had no Cultivation, yet he exuded the immense pressure of a primeval beast.

This terrified Chen Lian.

But he quickly reminded himself that he was the Deputy Guard Captain of the City Lord’s Mansion, and he repeated to himself, ’I’m from the City Lord’s Mansion. How could I possibly be afraid of him?’

At this thought, he puffed out his chest, gripped his Broken Saber, and steadied his stance.

He bellowed, "Brat, I don’t care who you are! Someone from Chenxi Pavilion killed one of our men from the City Lord’s Mansion. Today, you will witness the might of the City Lord’s Mansion!"

But Xiaotian said nothing, only continuing his steady advance.

He made no sound. At that moment, Xiaotian was like a Ghost, gliding silently forward.

Chen Lian’s face paled. The boy was putting immense pressure on him.

To relieve the pressure, he let out a sudden roar and threw a vicious punch at Xiaotian.

"Enough of your mysterious act! Die!"

BOOM!

Though his fist slammed into Xiaotian’s chest, the boy didn’t budge an inch. Instead, the force of the impact sent a numbing shock up Chen Lian’s own arm again.

For a moment, he even felt the urge to vomit blood.

’How is this kid so damn strange?’

’It’s like I’m seeing a ghost.’

WHOOSH!

Just then, Xiaotian appeared right in front of Chen Lian.

He gently reached out and grabbed Chen Lian’s arm.

In that instant, Chen Lian felt his arm go completely immobile, held fast in Xiaotian’s grip.

"You..."

He was about to speak when Xiaotian suddenly broke into a smile.

The smile from beneath the straw hat looked so innocent.

But.

The next moment.

Xiaotian gave a sudden, sharp twist.

SNAP!

Chen Lian heard a sickeningly crisp sound.

He immediately looked toward the source of the sound, and his face contorted in terror.

A horrified scream followed.

"AH—!"

He quickly clutched at his shoulder, but one of his arms had already been torn clean off.

Twisted off by Xiaotian.

Holding Chen Lian’s severed arm, Xiaotian revealed a sinister smile. "The City Lord’s Mansion? So what?"

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble on my turf is going to die."

"Deputy Guard Captain... what a joke."

Xiaotian closed in on Chen Lian once more.

The men Chen Lian had brought from the City Lord’s Mansion were all dumbfounded. They stared blankly as the man who was, in their eyes, the powerful and invincible Deputy Guard Captain Chen Lian, a Martial King First Heaven expert, had an arm brutally ripped off by this boy. It was an act of extreme cruelty.

Chen Lian felt waves of excruciating pain radiating from his severed limb, almost causing him to faint.

It had been too fast. In a single motion, his arm was gone.

’It’s unbelievable! I’m a Martial King Expert!’

He had lost an arm without even a chance to react.

He clutched his stump, his body twitching uncontrollably.

He stared at Xiaotian in terror.

"Who... Who in the world are you?"

"How are you so strong?"

From start to finish, he had been unable to perceive the boy’s Cultivation Realm.

But his opponent was clearly far stronger than him.

This also made him realize a terrifying fact.

This small Chenxi Pavilion was clearly a place of hidden experts.

It could not be underestimated.

Clearly, they had all underestimated Chenxi Pavilion’s strength.

Xiaotian tossed Chen Lian’s arm aside and appeared beside him like a phantom.

SLAP!

He slapped Chen Lian across the face.

"It doesn’t matter who I am. I’m not someone that people from your piddling Xingyuan City Lord’s Mansion can afford to provoke."

"Now, get lost."

"If you dare to cause trouble here again, I’ll personally pay a visit to the City Lord’s Mansion and twist the head off your City Lord, Feng Qi."

With that, Xiaotian let out a cold snort.

The sound made the heads of everyone from the City Lord’s Mansion ring incessantly.

One by one, they staggered as if struck by lightning, struggling to stay on their feet.

Half of Chen Lian’s face was a bloody pulp. Dazed and disoriented from the blow, he now understood just how formidable his opponent was and scrambled away in terror.

"Go! Let’s go!"

He knew this was not the time to fight Chenxi Pavilion head-on. It was better to return to the City Lord’s Mansion, report what had happened, and let the City Lord decide what to do.