He saw Ye Chen smiling coldly.
So what if it was an ancient sword technique? So what if it was a secret technique?
No matter how outstanding the martial technique was, could it compare to Ye Chen, who had studied at the feet of a hundred ancient mighty experts?
Ye Chen squatted down and stared into Xiao Cheng's eyes. Then, he grabbed his head and pressed it fiercely into the puddle of wine that Xiao Cheng had spilled earlier.
Xiao Cheng's face rubbed violently against the wine-filled floor. His nose bridge and facial bones were instantly shattered by Ye Chen's immense strength. His face was also ground into a bloody mess, causing him to involuntarily groan in pain.
Ye Chen said coldly, "I know that there's someone else behind you, but you shouldn't have messed with my friend."
"Her name is Ji Lin, and she's my friend."
Xiao Cheng trembled when he heard Ye Chen's words, and his eyes were filled with fear.
