Jiang Chen refused to yield an inch.
Zhao Bing snorted. "Brat, you're nothing but a worthless cur. What makes you think your life is comparable to the Patriarch of the Qin Family?"
"Your life is worth no more than an ant's."
He was furious with Jiang Chen. 'He's too arrogant, too brazen.'
It was more than he could stand.
Jiang Chen slowly drew a blade—the Cloud Mist Sword—and pointed its tip directly at Zhao Bing.
"City Lord Zhao, don't you forget—you're the one who threw me in prison."
"And today, I'm coming for your life as well."
Powerful. Fearless.
Such was the Jiang Chen of this moment.
He had actually threatened to take the life of City Lord Zhao Bing.
Everyone was stunned.
"I've never seen someone so audacious."
"This is a real eye-opener. He dared to wager his life against the Patriarch of the Qin Family and demand the life of Guyue City's Lord Zhao Bing."
"This kid is simply heaven-defying."
The crowd burst into an uproar.
