Wen Qingye watched the furious Bai Chen, knowing the man was severely wounded. After fighting continuously, he was now running on pure rage alone.
'One burst of spirit, a second of decline, a third of exhaustion.' He knew that once Bai Chen's momentum faltered, he would be easy to defeat.
Bai Chen struck out again, aiming a palm at Wen Qingye's skull. The mighty force of the attack whipped up a gale, sending Wen Qingye's clothes and hair fluttering wildly.
A sharp glint flashed in Wen Qingye's eyes. Bai Chen had lost all composure.
"In your next life, remember not to be a lackey for the Taiyi Pavilion."
The aura of the One Thought Sword surged madly. A phantom sword light flashed as all its sharp intent converged, pouring into the blade. Wen Qingye stepped onto the air, his figure blurring as he slashed his sword toward Bai Chen's chest.
BANG!
Bai Chen was slammed to the ground by the slash. The stone beneath him spiderwebbed with cracks.
