Sword energy swept toward him, blotting out the sky, but An Chen remained calm. He conjured a flaming heavy sword, gripped its hilt with both hands, and drove it hard into the ground.
Pitch-black flames immediately erupted from the earth before him, forming a wall of fire in an instant that blocked the incoming sword energy.
But a figure carrying a longsword plunged straight through the wall of fire and struck at An Chen's throat.
Seeing this, An Chen pulled his heavy sword out of the ground and brought it crashing down on the blade of that sword.
Boom! With a thunderous crash, the flaming heavy sword in An Chen's hands was severed in an instant. His opponent was also knocked back several steps and, after steadying himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Gao, what's the hurry?" The man in the white-and-gold combat outfit slowly stepped forward, smiling at the black-clad man beside him. "Two more of our fellow practitioners haven't arrived yet."
"This man really is powerful." Rather than answer directly, the black-clad man muttered to himself, a trace of excitement in his eyes.
"Hahaha, I told you he wouldn't disappoint." The man in white and gold laughed, then spoke with a hint of regret. "A shame, though. Even that didn't hurt him."
"Really? Not necessarily." The longsword in the black-clad man's hand gradually dissipated as he stared fixedly at An Chen, who stood motionless across from them.
Hearing this, the man in white and gold also looked toward An Chen in confusion.
An Chen stood where he was, yet felt his field of vision moving steadily upward. In an instant, he saw the world spinning around him, and finally caught sight of his own heels.
Well, damn. His head had been cut clean