The middle-aged man's face contorted with rage. "Ding Jian! If you were still part of the Ding Family, I might let such words slide! But you left them long ago. You're nothing but a mere Demon Suppression Captain now. Do you have any respect for the Zhang Family of Qing Province? Any respect for the laws of the imperial court?!"
SWOOSH!
Ding Jian's sword suddenly flew up, hovering in the air before the middle-aged man.
The cold tip of the blade, like a viper's fang, rested against the middle-aged man's throat. The sharp Sword Qi even pierced the skin of his neck, drawing a single, crimson bead of blood!
"One more word out of you..."
Ding Jian's voice was utterly devoid of emotion. "And I'll cut you down too."
