The Sword Saint of Fusang looked calmly at the Xiao Family Head. "Do you possess a famed sword?"
The Xiao Family Head nodded, putting on a majestic air, but he couldn't hide the pride gleaming in his eyes. A swordsman's blade isn't for show, but the Xiao Family Head was no pure swordsman. He raised the sheathed sword in his hand.
What was most striking about the weapon was its hilt, which was exquisitely crafted from beautiful jade.
He murmured, "This sword is named Jade Hilt Dragon, though it's commonly known as the Jade Hilt Sword. It once belonged to Guo Ziyi, the Prince of Fenyang, who used it to exterminate rebels like An Lushan in our Dragon Country."
His proud words had barely faded when a steel-like palm struck—a karate chop that smashed directly into the Xiao Family Head's mouth.
"Ah!"
With a crack of shattering teeth, the Xiao Family Head's mouth filled with blood. He was now barely able to speak as it gushed from the corner of his lips, a ghastly sight.
