Chen Nan asked calmly, "What is the difference between you and Jingang?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
A disciple of Changchun Temple stood out and said angrily, "Chen, this is our Changchun Temple's senior disciple Lu Yang, who ranks first in strength among the younger generation. His strength is far beyond Jingang's."
"Who can contend with him in the entire martial world, except for the Grandmaster level powerhouses?"
Others nodded in agreement.
Guo Mo had a very high reputation in the martial world.
It was not just because his personal strength had reached the Grandmaster level.
Even his disciple, Lu Yang, was a super expert second only to the Eight Grandmasters.
Chen Nan said, "Perhaps Lu Yang's strength is very strong, but in my eyes, there is no difference between him and Jingang."
"If Jingang is a cripple."
"Then you are no different from him."
Hearing this.
Everyone gasped.
This brat actually insulted Lu Yang as a cripple in public?
This is too arrogant!
As expected.
Lu Yang's eyes flashed with a terrifying coldness.
He said in a chilling voice, "Chen, you have offended my master's dignity. If you kowtow to him and apologize today while crawling up the mountain, I can spare your life."
"Otherwise, I will take your life right now."
Chen Nan put his hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and walked towards the Taoist temple along the stone steps: "I don't like fighting."
"But this does not mean I am afraid of trouble."
"I am here only to take Jingang back."
He was very calm.
As if the person in front of him was not Guo Mo's eldest disciple, an invincible existence below the Grandmaster realm.
But a young child.
Giving the impression that he didn't even take Lu Yang seriously.
Lu Yang was furious: "Why do you favor that cripple Jingang? Don't you know he has already become a useless person?"
Chen Nan said, "Even if he were dead, he would have to leave with me."
He was not bragging.
With his current strength.
Unless his soul was completely scattered.
Otherwise, if Chen Nan did not want him to die, he could not die.
Seeing Chen Nan's relentless advance, Lu Yang unsheathed his long sword with a 'clang'.
He pointed his sword at Chen Nan, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish!" With that, his figure leaped down the high stone steps like the wind.
The long sword emitted a chilling light under the sun.
Seeing this scene.
Everyone held their breath.
It was well known that Lu Yang's greatest skill was his swordsmanship.
To witness him draw his sword today.
Was definitely worth the trip.
As everyone held their breath, Lu Yang, holding his long sword, appeared before Chen Nan.
Seeing that Chen Nan did not dodge, nor even glance at him.
Lu Yang's anger instantly boiled to the extreme.
"Die!"
With a roar, the long sword in his hand stabbed directly at Chen Nan's chest.
This sword strike was as fast as lightning.
Like a startling rainbow.
Or a swimming dragon.
A tremor ran through the crowd.
This sword strike was too powerful.
Just watching from afar, they could feel a powerful sword energy rushing towards them.
If they were in Chen Nan's position.
They would have been instantly killed.
They had expected Chen Nan to be instantly killed.
But what happened next was chilling and unforgettable.
As the sword tip was about to reach Chen Nan's chest.
He moved his hand with ghost-like speed.
He caught Lu Yang's long sword between his fingers, as if he were picking up a cigarette.
"How can this be?" Lu Yang's scalp tingled, his eyes filled with terror: "Are you human or ghost? How can you catch my long sword with your fingers?"
"It's just a broken sword. Let alone catching it, is it difficult to destroy it?" Chen Nan left a disdainful smile, and then his fingers exerted a gentle force.
Crack!
With a crisp cracking sound.
Lu Yang's long sword... shattered...