"Ha ha! Go on, act arrogant now!"
Yu Chen had endured for a long time, and at last he vented his pent-up emotions.
He held an immortal sword, its blade flashing with chilling light as though it had condensed a thousand years of frost. Wherever its point aimed, space itself was sliced apart.
Wounds kept appearing across Jiang Ping An's body, and panic surfaced on his face.
Yu Chen seized the opportunity and found a flaw in Jiang Ping An's defense. Twisting his body, he turned the immortal sword in his hand into a streak of cold light and thrust it straight at his opponent's heart.
"Pfft—"
With a muffled sound, Jiang Ping An's chest was pierced through by the immortal sword, blood spraying out like a fountain.
Jiang Ping An's eyes widened, as though he could not believe what was happening before him.
Miao Jing, who had been watching the battle, turned pale. He immediately charged over with his blade, forcing Yu Chen back with a slash before taking Jiang Ping An away.
"Master, don't stop me! I can still fight!" Jiang Ping An's eyes were full of unwillingness.
"Stop fighting. The sword in his hand is unusual. It poses too great a threat to you."
Miao Jing did not want Jiang Ping An to keep risking his life in battle. If something went wrong, it would be disastrous. He forcibly dragged Jiang Ping An away.
Jiang Ping An clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot as he roared at Yu Chen, "Just you wait! Sooner or later, I'll defeat you!"
This long, drawn-out battle finally came to an end.
The frustration and fury in Yu Chen's heart were finally released.
Fortunately, the sect had forged a special immortal sword in time, preventing Jiang Ping