Just at the instant when Du Yuan's reaction was slightly slower, Lin Chen accelerated his pace. He maneuvered within the woods and darted to Du Yuan's front, then turned around and stood there.
Du Yuan's gaze was still lingering to the side, but after the figure disappeared, his eyes quickly looked ahead. However, in this brief delay, his figure had already rushed toward Lin Chen due to inertia.
This occurred within a fraction of a breath; Lin Chen's gaze was grim as he raised his sharp sword high. The cold light from the sword shone, the chilling glow causing Du Yuan's legs to tremble uncontrollably.
Yet Lin Chen ignored all this, heaving the sword down with formidable force, as if laden with a thousand pounds, hacking towards the center of Du Yuan's forehead.
"How dare you, kid!"
Suddenly, a furious shout came from afar. Simultaneously, a streak of cold light broke through the void, carrying an imposing presence, sweeping towards Lin Chen's wrist!
