Before the echo of his voice faded, Yuann the sixth, holding his walking stick, charged toward Li Chen like a Fierce Tiger descending a mountain.
"Old fool, you're really noisy!"
With a laugh, Li Chen twirled his fingers into a blade and met him head-on.
"Clang!"
The top-quality pearwood walking stick snapped into two mid-air. Yuann the sixth felt as if his chest was slammed by a high-speed train, and he was thrown back heavily.
His eyes bulged with shock: "You are Li..."
Before he could finish saying "Li," Yuann the sixth suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Old guy, is this what you call Grandmaster-level skill? I don't see anything special," Li Chen said indifferently, before turning his attention away from him to Ye Chuxue.
"Chuxue, today is your birthday, this is for you!"
As he spoke, Li Chen took out a heart-shaped, exquisite gift box and handed it to Ye Chuxue.
