The massive palm imprint shattered continuously, and the sword pressed forward relentlessly. Blinding light burst forth, sending shockwaves that overturned nearby buildings. Ancestor Chen's body was flung backward into the distance, but the sword pursued him, leaving ruins in its wake.
Chen Yan, who had intended to slip away quietly, was sent flying by the force of the sword intent. He slammed into a wall, spat out a mouthful of blood upon falling to the ground, his body riddled with bloodstains, injuries compounding upon injuries.
However, Li Fan had no time to concern himself with Chen Yan at the moment. He closed his eyes, commanding his senior brother's sword.
The Sword of Slaughter lit up with dazzling runes, relentlessly hunting Ancestor Chen.
