The man leaning against the tree trunk stared blankly at the scene before him, his expression one of sheer horror. He had originally thought his third brother could easily defeat Luo Chen, but he hadn't expected the result to be like this. He murmured, "Th...third brother..." his voice filled with terror and helplessness.
Luo Chen exhaled and slowly walked towards the man. In his palm was a faint trace of the Wind Shadow Blade, but the short blade, formed by the wind, had gradually dissipated into light spots and vanished. Looking at the man lying on the ground, Luo Chen felt little joy or pride in his heart. He knew that although this battle was won, the road ahead was still long and difficult. He needed to stay vigilant and strive hard to go further.
