The sword strike that ambushed Wang Chen had been long in the making. Its wielder had poured all of his essence, energy, and spirit into it, unleashing an incomparably sharp sword aura that could pierce anything.
With Sword Intent like this, even cultivators at the extraordinary level would not dare meet its edge lightly!
Yet in Wang Chen's eyes, this strike was far too flashy. Its power was scattered, all flourish and no substance, and its speed fell short by a mile.
He struck with only one palm.
As his palm shot out, frost sword blossoms shattered and vanished one after another. The surging palm force then slammed mercilessly into the swordsman.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, a mangled corpse flew backward.
Ignoring the crimson messages flashing across his vision, Wang Chen turned his wrist and stored the Sunset Bow in his Sumeru Ring.
Then he threw out both fists to either side.
Bang! Bang!
The sword snapped, and the saber broke!
Two more figures were sent flying, already lifeless before they hit the ground.
With Wang Chen going all out, killing Innate experts was no harder than killing chickens!
The thick stench of blood drifted on the wind. The miserable deaths of one Innate expert after another finally cooled the fevered heads of the others, and they scattered in panic.
Some among them had struck Wang Chen, yet their attacks vanished like clay oxen entering the sea, causing not even the slightest ripple. They could not even damage a single hair on his body!
In the eyes of these Innate experts, Wang Chen had become a terrifying demon.
No human could stand against him!
Wang Chen did not pursue them.
There was no need. His most important task now was to protect Hu Jiaojiao, ensuring that she would not