Li Chen strode forward, staring at the blood-soaked body of Hong Song Taoist with a chilling sneer.
"Senior, it seems that you, as a so-called Nascent Soul Strong Person, are nothing special after all?"
"Darn you... Pu-chi!"
Before Hong Song Taoist could finish his sentence, rage overcame him, and he vehemently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Strike while the enemy is sick, take his life!
Li Chen gave a ferocious smile and violently swung the Mystic Iron Heavy Sword. Like the waters of a mighty river surging forward, he swiftly slashed fiercely towards Hong Song Taoist.
Hong Song Taoist was greatly alarmed in his heart; he no longer dared to underestimate Li Chen and immediately raised his only remaining arm to block with his sword.
"Clang!"
A metallic collision echoed sharply, like fireworks of the Lantern Festival bursting fiercely into the sky.
