This...
Everyone looked at the two enormous sword dragons that had formed, and without realizing it, sucked in a breath of cold air.
They did not know what Chen Wen and Xuanyuan Wutian felt when facing the sword dragons.
But even watching from afar, they felt their scalps go numb, as if a blade were pressing against their throats.
They were certain that if they tried to climb Heavenly Sword Mountain, they would likely not even have the right to approach.
"Chen Wen should have a chance, right?"
Fang Qingjian took a deep breath, then spoke.
Fang Wuchen fell silent for a moment, then said, "Reason tells me the possibility is practically nonexistent."
"But this person is Chen Wen. He is the only one I dare not make a firm judgment on."
In his eyes, Chen Wen was far too good at creating miracles.
No, it should be said—divine miracles.
When he fought Chen Tianfeng, how many people had thought well of Chen Wen?
Even he had only prayed at the time that Chen Wen could hold out for thirty moves.
As long as he did not die, that would count as a win.
As for how badly injured he might be, that would all have been acceptable.
But Chen Wen? In the end, he had cut off one of Chen Tianfeng's arms.
It was no exaggeration to say that even now, when he thought of that scene, his scalp still went numb.
And this was also the biggest reason he did not dare make a firm judgment.
Fang Chendao nodded. "I feel the same. Even knowing the possibility is extremely low, I still don't dare rule out Chen Wen."
The other elders did not speak, but their silence already said everything.
Fang Qingjian took another deep breath. "Actually, I