If Lin Chen's swordsmanship were not powerful, he wouldn't have so easily shattered Zhang Kuang's heavy knife, and Lin Chen's Sword Qi only managed to wound Zhang Kuang's neck—this was a display of controlling Sword Qi.
Of course, these were nuances Zhang Kuang couldn't discern.
"What an impressive treasured sword, it's probably no less than an Earth-Level Mid-Grade magic treasure."
"Kid, hand over that sharp sword in your grasp, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless. Here in Baiming Garden, no one will care whether you live or die," Zhang Kuang said arrogantly as he looked at Lin Chen.
In his view, the reason Lin Chen was able to shatter his heavy knife and even wound him was because of the sharp sword in Lin Chen's hand, not due to Lin Chen's own swordsmanship.
"If you want this treasure, come and take it yourself," Lin Chen said coldly, holding the long sword in his hand.
