Chen Wang was currently in a weakened state.
Seizing the opportunity, Mo Xingchen drove a fist into Chen Wang's head.
Yet Chen Wang's fleshly body was indeed extraordinarily tough. Mo Xingchen's punch had no effect whatsoever, leaving him somewhat astonished.
Mo Xingchen closed in again, preparing to kill Chen Wang.
But at that moment, Chen Wang suddenly opened his mouth and spat.
Whoosh!
A streak of Sword Qi tore through the air, incomparably sharp and containing the profound Great Dao truths of Gods and Devils, life and death, and much more.
The Sword Qi erupted within a Square Inch, piercing through the void with peerless sharpness. Mo Xingchen's face instantly changed in shock.
Mo Xingchen thrust out a palm, only for the sword light to pierce straight through it.
Not only that, the sword light pressed his palm toward his forehead, intending to kill him.
Mo Xingchen hurriedly dodged aside, but his palm had already been shredded by Sword Qi. Blood streamed down, staining his clothes red as he barely evaded the edge of the attack.
Chen Wang let out an angry roar and broke free from the Taiyin Net around him. The two faced off, neither willing to yield.
Mo Xingchen said angrily, "You clearly had such a powerful move hidden away, yet you kept it sheathed and refused to unleash it, deliberately retreating..."
This young cultivator was not old, but his temperament was truly vile.
Mo Xingchen had previously seen Chen Wang resist so many divine spirits. Even the two powerful divine spirits wielding a sword and a pipa had been beaten by Chen Wang, one dead and one injured.
Mo Xingchen knew of Chen Wang's divine valor. Recalling how Chen Wang had kept retreating earlier, only to injure him with a streak of Sword Qi at the