On Bluestone Long Street, the Xing Camp's personal guards hesitated and exchanged glances, unable to make a decision.
On the desolate street, only Yuan Xing's curses echoed continuously, "One day I'll break through Chongli Pass, find your ancestral grave, and dig everyone out to grind their bones to dust!"
Chen Ji remained unmoved.
He used the sword seed to cut the straps on Yuan Xing's armor, stripping off the collar, shoulder guards, arm guards, chest and back armor, waist guard, skirt armor, and shin guards, finally removing his helmet like a shrimp's head, throwing it casually to the ground with a clatter.
Yuan Xing was left with only a gray inner garment, furious, "I'll also tear down your ancestral hall and soak all your ancestors' tablets in a cesspool to rot with maggots!"
Chen Ji still remained unmoved, tearing off two strips of cloth from Yuan Xing's inner garment and stuffing them into his ears.
At this moment, Yuan Xing roared, "And your mother..."
