At the moment Ling Xiao's figure vanished, Jian Jia's whole body bristled.
Then he felt a sharp pain on his chin; Ling Xiao had already appeared in front of him and kicked him hard on the chin.
Jian Jia lost control entirely, and the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground.
He finally crashed into a wine table, shattering it to pieces, and only then did he stop.
Ling Xiao didn't pursue but mocked: "Is this the Sword Clan's trick? Not bad, not bad, too bad it's only a tabletop weapon, seems useless to learn, no?"
"Damn it, what kind of bizarre body movement technique was that just now? I couldn't even see it!"
Jian Jia was ridiculed by Ling Xiao but did not dare to retort.
Because at this moment, he was truly dumbfounded.
The strange body movement technique of Ling Xiao, the terrifying strength, all left him dizzy, unable to react to what had actually happened.
His head was still swimming, and his chin had dislocated entirely.
