I have the face of a great demon.

As for the men in white, they have all been killed in the short time they've been here.

The last person in white lay just a few steps away from Liu Xingchen.

A faint glimmer of light flashed in his desperate eyes; seeing this mysterious figure appear out of nowhere was like grasping at a last straw.

He struggled, using all his strength to plunge the black sword in his hand into the ground, slowly propping up his wounded body, his eyes filled with a desire to live, trying to send a distress signal to Liu Xingchen.

The man in white had been slashed countless times and was covered in wounds. Before he could even speak, he was spitting out blood, which made Liu Xingchen's heart clench and he almost vomit.

If he vomits, it will reveal his weakness to the group of men in black, showing that he can't control these fierce-looking guys, and then he will be in danger.

Liu Xingchen feigned composure, maintaining his expressionless and cold demeanor.

He did a good job in this respect.

This composure stemmed from his years of experience "playing the corpse".

No matter how chaotic the filming location or how deafening the explosions, he remained completely still, without even blinking.

In the eyes of the men in black, this was the image of a mysterious and ruthless figure who had seen life and death many times, which made them even more wary of this mysterious person.

The man in white coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, finally unable to hold on any longer. His blood-stained body collapsed to the ground like a leaf in the wind, completely losing its life.

Although Liu Xingchen was terrified, he remained calm and composed, as if none of this concerned him.

At this moment, all the men in white were dead, leaving only a dozen or so men in black staring longingly at Liu Xingchen.

No, it was the black sword in front of him.

Liu Xingchen was also infected by this atmosphere and wondered to himself.

"What's so special about this dark-colored sword that makes these men in black so interested?"

His gaze involuntarily followed the crowd and landed on the black sword.

The man in black panicked when he saw the mysterious figure focusing on the black sword.

"Boss, what should we do? That mysterious man in black robes seems to have taken a fancy to the divine sword."

"If he dares to steal our divine sword, we'll fight him to the death."

The leader, with a full beard, casually slapped one of his men.

"What nonsense! Do you know what kind of strength he has? Looking at his skills, we might not be able to beat him."

"What should I do?"

"Don't rush, let me try to be polite first and then use force."

The leader straightened his clothes, and imitating the manners of those refined people, bowed to Liu Xingchen and said:

"Sir, I am the leader of the Sand Tiger Gang. For this divine sword, our gang fought for days and nights, killing all our powerful enemies. I never expected that it would end up in your hands."

"If you would be so kind as to relinquish the divine sword to us, our sect will surely present you with a generous gift in the future."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xingchen realized that the two groups were fighting to the death for some kind of divine sword.

He didn't want to take the sword, lest he get into trouble. He was about to ask them to take it when he suddenly realized something was wrong; things weren't that simple.

Although he had never been involved in the underworld, he had read quite a few novels and watched many TV dramas.

Most people in the martial arts world bully the weak and fear the strong. If he agrees too quickly, it will seem as if he is afraid of them. The men in black might think he is weak and become murderous, which would put him in danger.

Liu Xingchen made up his mind: first, he would put on airs and act like a superior person, then he would show that he didn't care about the sword and let them take it.

So Liu Xingchen continued with a deadpan expression and said disdainfully:

"Give me face? You bunch of ants, do you think you deserve my face?"

Liu Xingchen is certainly not suited to playing a servant who bows and scrapes to his master, but he is a perfect fit to play an arrogant and superior person.

His expressionless face and extremely cold eyes sent a chill down the spines of the men in black opposite him.

This important figure is truly extraordinary; they never expected that a single word would make this mysterious person back down.

But such blatant contempt only aroused their awe, leading them to secretly speculate that this person was no ordinary being, and might even be a deity.

Several members of the gang began to murmur, thinking they might back out.

The leader's expression changed repeatedly. He knew this person was not to be trifled with, but he was unwilling to give up without obtaining the divine sword.

This divine sword is said to be a relic left behind by an immortal after his ascension to immortality. As soon as it appeared, it was fiercely fought over by people in the martial arts world, causing a bloodbath and countless people lost their lives for it.

In their struggle to seize this sword, the Sand Tiger Gang fought several battles with other gangs, suffering heavy losses.

If they fail to bring the divine sword back to maintain order this time, the Sand Tiger Gang, having lost most of its strength, will inevitably face attacks from its enemies and may even be wiped out completely.

"No, we must seize the divine sword."

With no way out, the leader became ruthless and decided to take a gamble.

They bet that this mysterious figure is merely skilled in light-footed martial arts, but may not be a match for so many of them.

Although Liu Xingchen's incredible leap from the cliff shocked the group of men in black, he had never actually used his skills before, so his deterrent effect on these desperate criminals was not strong enough.

The leader gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and roared:

"Brothers, don't be afraid. Let's all attack side by side. No matter how skilled he is, he can't withstand more than a dozen knives."

At this moment, he deliberately avoided the word "immortal," regarding the other party only as a highly skilled martial artist, fearing that mentioning immortals would weaken his subordinates' fighting spirit.

The men were all simple-minded and hot-blooded. Spurred on by their leader's words, they charged forward like firecrackers, howling and brandishing their weapons.

"The boss is right. He's just one person, he doesn't have three heads and six arms. We'll each take a knife and kill him."

"That's right, so what if he can jump off a cliff? Watch me kill him."

The leader, wielding his heavy broadsword, deliberately lagged behind, plotting how to act according to the situation.

If the opponent is strong, he will take advantage of his subordinates engaging the opponent to snatch the sword and run away.

If the other party is just all show and no substance, hmph...

Liu Xingchen was still putting on airs, giving himself a perfect score for his performance. He claimed that a single glance and a single sentence could intimidate the menacing man in black, leaving even the director speechless.

But his cool demeanor lasted only three seconds before he suddenly became reckless, brandishing a knife and charging at them.

Oops, I overdid it by trying to look cool.

Liu Xingchen panicked. There was a cliff behind him, and he had nowhere to escape. He had no choice but to face the challenge head-on. He couldn't just close his eyes and wait to die.

Having no weapon in his hand, he took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the black sword stuck in the ground, intending to draw it to fight.

Only when I tried to pull it out did I realize how heavy the sword was; I couldn't even pull it out with one hand.

The men in black took a few more steps closer, and their ferocious faces and gleaming broadswords became clearly visible.

Liu Xingchen was in a great hurry. He grabbed the sword with both hands and pulled hard, managing to pull it out.

Although he had a sword in his hand, he didn't know any martial arts moves. When the man in black cornered him, he simply swung the sword horizontally from left to right, making a horizontal slash.