Qiuxiang and Dongxiang were previously Yu Haitang's maids, they shouldn't be lying to her.
But she still didn't believe it; it was a judgment based on common sense. She had some assessment of Chen Ming's abilities in her heart.
Perhaps there are geniuses in this world who can fight across ranks, but she had never seen it. Even if it appeared in Jiangzhou, it couldn't be Chen Ming.
She said coldly, "Impossible."
At this moment, Ji Qianxing behind her stepped forward, holding the knife grip, his indifferent gaze became slightly more intense. In a somewhat hoarse voice, he said, "Let me see how you cut off Lai Xiangran's arm!"
Chen Ming felt a bit helpless, saying the truth and no one believed it.
He reminded, "Be careful, Ji brother."
Then he grasped the sword hilt, drew the sword out, and gently swung it.
Yu Haitang's eyes narrowed, sensing an unusual ripple coming from that once familiar "Mingfeng Sword."
"How is this possible?"
