Damn it.
Cang Ming's expression changed wildly at once, a sense of mortal danger winding around his heart.
That was right.
It was the first time he had ever felt death.
And he had felt it from a mere Second Level Great Emperor Realm cultivator.
Yet at the critical moment between life and death, he still forcibly twisted his body aside.
That sword sliced past his neck, raising a line of blood barely an inch from his throat.
Silence.
The entire scene instantly fell into dead silence.
What had they just seen?
If it had been even an inch closer, Cang Ming's throat would have been slit, and even his entire head might have flown off.
That meant Cang Ming had nearly died.
Only now did they realize that every one of Chen Wen's attacks had been premeditated.
His successive assaults had merely been meant to shatter Cang Ming's defenses and pave the way for the final killing blow.
Especially that final sword strike—it had been far too outrageous.
If Cang Ming had been even slightly weaker, he would already have been dead.
Cang Ming's entire body had gone cold. In particular, the pain and chill coming from his neck gave him lingering palpitations.
At this moment, he was both shocked and enraged.
What a pity.
Watching all this, Chen Wen could not help but sigh helplessly.
Just as everyone had thought, his goal had been to seize the instant Cang Ming's defenses broke and use One Sword Flies Immortal to take Cang Ming's life.
But he had not expected Cang Ming to react at the final moment and make the greatest possible response.
A Fifth Level Great Emperor Realm was, after all, a Fifth Level Great Emperor Realm.
"Brat, you're courting death."
But in an instant, Cang Ming recovered.