Seeing he had successfully provoked Jiang Zuo, Ximen Jianren smiled inwardly.
'Once I crush the Jiang Family's top talent, my name, Ximen Jianren, will become legendary.'
He was provoking him on purpose.
After all, Jiang Zuo was an expert of the Martial Artist Seventh Heaven, and a strike fueled by rage was nothing to scoff at.
He pounced like a ferocious leopard.
Whipping up a gust of wind, his attack carried an impressive momentum.
But the other members of the Jiang Family couldn't help but worry for Jiang Zuo.
Ximen Jianren sneered disdainfully.
"The Jiang Family is nothing but useless trash."
He remained completely unfazed. Facing Jiang Zuo's charge, he simply thrust a palm forward.
"Die!"
Jiang Zuo's Tiger Roar Fist was a Killing Skill of the Jiang Family.
It was an incredibly powerful technique.
He was now using its full power, aiming to kill Ximen Jianren.
In truth, though he knew Ximen Jianren's Cultivation was higher, a part of him refused to accept it.
BOOM!
His fist slammed viciously into Ximen Jianren.
But in the next moment, Jiang Zuo's expression changed drastically.
'This is bad.'
He felt his fist collide, only to be stopped dead by Ximen Jianren's palm.
At that moment, Jiang Zuo's entire body shook violently.
Realizing the danger, he hastily tried to retreat.
But in that instant, Ximen Jianren's hand shot out like a phantom and clamped down on Jiang Zuo's fist.
A vicious glint flashed in Ximen Jianren's eyes.
He tightened his grip on Jiang Zuo's arm and twisted viciously.
CRACK!
A sickening crunch echoed.
Jiang Zuo's arm snapped instantly.
"HSSS..."
"AHHH..."
Jiang Zuo immediately let out a heart-wrenching, miserable scream.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
"Pathetically weak."
The corners of Ximen Jianren's mouth curled upward. With a light push, he sent Jiang Zuo screaming to the ground.
"Jiang Zuo!"
"Second Brother..."
The few Jiang Family members nearby were stunned speechless. They cried out in alarm and rushed to help Jiang Zuo.
At this moment, Jiang Zuo's face was ashen, his whole body trembling.
He was no match for Ximen Jianren.
He looked at Ximen Jianren with hatred.
"You're ruthless."
His arm had been broken by Ximen Jianren.
Ximen Jianren laughed heartily.
"Thank you for the compliment."
"But from now on, you people from the Jiang Family had better walk the other way when you see me," he declared with utmost arrogance.
He held the Jiang Family in complete contempt.
As they neared the Treasure Elephant Pavilion, Yiyi pointed into the distance. "Young Master, look! It seems like there's a commotion over there."
Jiang Chen had no intention of looking, but when he noticed some of his family members in the crowd, he decided to check it out.
He quickly arrived at the scene.
There, he saw that Jiang Zuo was injured.
"Move aside."
Jiang Chen pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.
"What happened?"
Jiang Chen frowned, looking at Jiang Zuo.
Jiang Zuo was startled to see Jiang Chen. His body trembled, and he lowered his head in shame.
"Big Brother..."
The other clansmen all had gloomy expressions.
Just then, an abrupt voice cut through the air.
"Look, isn't that the Jiang Family's cripple, Jiang Chen?"
"Haha, I think it is him. Didn't expect him to show up."
Ximen Jianren, in particular, was looking at Jiang Chen with a mocking expression, his arms crossed.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the great Young Master Jiang Chen."
"Long time no see."
His face was a mask of ridicule, full of contempt for a cripple like Jiang Chen.
Previously, even with his Eighth-Grade Martial Vein, Jiang Chen's Cultivation had been far below Ximen Jianren's. Now that his Martial Vein had been ripped out, he stood even less of a chance.
Jiang Chen looked at Ximen Jianren, his expression calm.
"So, it's Ximen the Scumbag."
Of course, he recognized Ximen Jianren.
The young master of the Ximen Clan.
This man also possessed an Eighth-Grade Martial Vein—quite impressive—but he and Jiang Chen had never seen eye to eye.
Ximen Jianren immediately flew into a rage.
"Jiang Chen, you cripple! You dare mock me!"
What vexed Ximen Jianren most was his name. Whenever anyone said it, he felt like they were cursing him.
He was on the verge of changing it.
Of all the names his father could have chosen, he had to be given the name Ximen Jianren.
While the intention behind the name was good, the way it sounded was... less than ideal.
And Jiang Chen was exactly the type of person who loved to make an issue of his name.
What's more, he did it on purpose.
Jiang Chen couldn't be bothered to deal with Ximen Jianren. "What happened to my brother?" he asked.
Although Jiang Zuo had indeed been disrespectful to him before, that was an internal family matter.
When facing outsiders, they stood united.
Ximen Jianren immediately boasted, "Oh, you mean this? Hahaha, the Jiang Family's number one genius was crippled by me, of course."
"What do you think? Impressed by this young master's handiwork?"
Jiang Chen's expression gradually turned ice-cold.
He had already guessed as much.
Jiang Zuo's arm was broken. It could be healed, but it wouldn't be easy.
'This Ximen Jianren is truly vicious.'
He stared at Ximen Jianren with ice-cold eyes.
But Ximen Jianren said arrogantly, "You cripple, want to have a spar with me?"
"This young master is ready whenever you are."
The lackeys beside him immediately started jeering.
"Cripple! If you have any guts, trade a few blows with our young master."
"If you beat our young master, we'll eat shit while doing a handstand!"
Ximen Jianren was amused. With this group of lackeys backing him up, he was quite the hotshot in Hanwu City, walking around with an impressive swagger.
Jiang Chen fell silent.
Jiang Zuo gave a bitter smile. "Big Brother, we can't beat him. Let's just go."
He was worried Jiang Chen would end up crippled by Ximen Jianren, which would be a catastrophe.
But Jiang Chen remained completely unmoved.
He stood there perfectly still, under the worried gazes of his fellow clansmen.
Even Yiyi looked extremely anxious.
"Young Master, we should go."
"This Ximen Jianren is not a good person."
Seeing Jiang Chen's silence, Ximen Jianren's men began to press him.
"So, are you up for it or not?"
"If not, then get lost. But first, you have to crawl between our young master's legs."
Ximen Jianren's lackeys said viciously.
They even blocked Jiang Chen's path.
Many of the onlookers, eager for a spectacle, crowded in for a better view.
Both of them were famous figures in Hanwu City, young masters from two of the three great families.
Both were known as spoiled, silk-panted heirs.
No one spoke up to stop them.
In fact, they wanted to see the two of them fight.
However, some of the more well-informed people in the crowd looked at Jiang Chen with pity.
'This Jiang Chen... he's had his Martial Vein ripped out and is now a cripple.'
'Facing Ximen Jianren, he's in for a world of pain.'
'What a pity. That Eighth-Grade Martial Vein of his was completely wasted.'
Faced with the Ximen Family's relentless provocation, Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment.
Then, he spoke.
His voice was deep. "Ximen Jianren, since it has come to this, it would be a great disrespect to you if I didn't spar a little and grind you under my heel."
"And you lot," he said, "didn't you want to eat shit while doing a handstand? I can grant that request for you."
He pointed at the Ximen Family's lackeys, his expression completely serious.
"I accept your challenge to a spar."
He noted that Ximen Jianren's Cultivation was at the Martial Artist Ninth Heaven. By all accounts, that already made him a genius-level expert.
However, the Jiang Chen of today was not the Jiang Chen of the past.