Clang!
The Qian Yuan Sword collided with the Water Source Blade, producing a piercing shriek of twisting metal.
Jing Chaodong's originally ferocious face froze at once, his eyes filling with disbelief.
The Water Source Blade and the Qian Yuan Sword only held against each other for an instant before the blade suddenly reversed, smashing into Jing Chaodong's chest.
Where the Water Source Blade passed, Jing Chaodong's elemental force defense crumpled like paper. What shattered with it were his flesh, bones, and the organs inside his torso.
Pfft!
Jing Chaodong spat blood toward the sky. More than thirty percent of his chest had vanished, and he flew backward dozens of meters before crashing into the ground and blasting out a deep crater.
The rebound from the ground tugged at Jing Chaodong's wounds, making him spray another mist of blood. His face was as white as paper, and his aura sank to its lowest ebb.
Even with the formidable vitality of a Mountain Sea Realm cultivator, such injuries were extraordinarily grave. Without treatment, dying directly from severe wounds would not have been strange.
Jing Chaodong struggled to prop himself up, a trace of bewilderment in his eyes.
This man's close combat was actually so much stronger than his archery.
In Jing Chaodong's view, Chen Fei's archery was already rarely seen among Mid Mountain Sea Realm cultivators. Yet this close-combat strength gave Jing Chaodong the illusion that he had encountered a Late Mountain Sea Realm cultivator.
Xiao Qiping and the other two, who had been charging wildly toward Chen Fei, all underwent a drastic change in expression when they saw Jing Chaodong's miserable state.
They had considered Jing Chaodong closing in the turning point that would secure their victory. They would no longer need to guard against the arrows Chen Fei fired.
Yet