Yet.
Faced with this blade strike that dominated the heavens and vanquished the earth.
Xiao Chen's expression remained unruffled.
He merely extended a finger.
And pointed forward.
"What? Facing such an utterly savage strike, he still won't draw his sword?"
"Of course. Yin Guan's blade light is godlike, earning him the title Silverglow Blade Saint. Under that strike, the brat has lost his wits and his composure. He has no time to draw his sword!"
"I truly don't understand how he has the courage to stand before the Demon Tide with injuries like those. The moment he showed himself, he was destined to be crushed to pieces!"
The demons murmured.
None thought Xiao Chen stood a chance.
After all.
His injuries were far too severe.
Yet.
Just as the demons thought.
Xiao Chen was about to die.
And have his head severed by the old demon called Yin Guan.
Light shone between Xiao Chen's fingers.
King source energy surged.
Like a bright moon rising over a spirit sea.
Dazzling beyond compare.
"How is this possible?" Yin Guan's pupils abruptly contracted, and a chill ran down his spine. The Heavenly Blade in his hand exploded, disintegrating within the golden radiance, turning to ash inch by inch. Then his head burst like a violently ruptured spirit melon, dissolving into a crimson mist of blood.
Before he died.
He was still murmuring, "How is this possible?"
Xiao Chen's face was clearly as white as paper, deathly energy winding around him. He was like rotten wood in the wind, unable to withstand a single blow, yet one thrust of his finger possessed such divine might!
"This..."
"How could... he clearly looks as weak as a sick dog!"
The villagers were horrified.
A being as terrifying as a god or devil.
A mighty Fire Clan