As Chen Chuan severed Emperor Wenguang's arm with a single slash, he discovered that the body had instinctively reacted during the swing, barely keeping up with his move.
But perhaps because Emperor Wenguang was controlling the body, and not with its original consciousness, it had failed to display the speed it should have possessed.
Yet even if this body's original owner had been present, it would have made no difference. The higher one climbed in strength and speed, the greater the gap became from those below. At that point, even the slightest difference was as vast as heaven and earth.
The only thing worthy of praise about his opponent was his exceptional defense. A fluorescent glow similar to Prince Yuan's also existed within his body, seeping into the Spiritual Fire and forming an incomparably solid barrier.
It was far stronger than Prince Yuan's.
That was why, in order to achieve something with that slash, Chen Chuan had employed a few techniques, pouring and condensing a large amount of Spiritual Fire into his blade to create greater destructive force.
After landing the blow, he did not stop. Raising his blade overhead and gripping it with both hands, he chopped down at Emperor Wenguang's head!
If the man had no way to deal with it, this strike might not kill him, but it would certainly cleave apart this body. Without a body to protect him, things would become much easier afterward.
Facing the incoming blade light, Emperor Wenguang's gaze deepened.
Chen Chuan's blade techniques were exceedingly fierce and fast. His only longsword had been knocked away, and if he tried to block barehanded, he could not hastily gather enough power to shield himself. The foreseeable result would be that both his arms and body would be split in two from head to