Chen Feng's words plunged the many phantoms into silence.
When facing the Uncanny, they had indeed remained silent—or rather, they had been afraid.
They had ten thousand reasons to defend themselves before Chen Changsheng.
But before Chen Feng, they had nothing to say.
After a long while, a phantom came before Chen Feng.
Looking at Chen Feng's clear eyes, the phantom softly asked, "With so many people around Chen Changsheng, what makes you think you alone must strike this sword?"
Chen Feng replied, "Because I am the most suitable person to strike this sword."
"In all the world, only I can strike this sword."
"Sir is a petty yet merciful man."
"He was unwilling to let an enemy strike this sword, because an enemy would mix personal vengeance into it."
"At the same time, he was unwilling to let an old friend strike this sword."
"Because an old friend could not bear to lay a hand on him."
"Just now, you said that as an outsider, what right did I have to interfere in the affairs of the Chang Sheng Epoch."
"Now, I will tell you: only an outsider like me can strike a sword that leaves both sides satisfied."
"Only I can remain impartial to either side."
The phantom carefully scrutinized Chen Feng before speaking again. "To see one's heart and realize one's nature—no wonder Chen Changsheng said he had found someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sword God, with such unwavering conviction."
"But what I am curious about is this: what reason do you have to strike Chen Changsheng with your sword?"
"Justice, or the chivalrous spirit in your heart?"
Hearing this, Chen Feng fell silent.
Three breaths later, Chen Feng said, "For the justice in my heart!"
"Ridiculous!"
The moment Chen Feng spoke, a