Just as Yang Jian finished analyzing all the information and prepared to devise a strategy.
Something changed without warning, faster than anyone could react!
Chen Xin had been standing like a wooden post in front of the Sword Altar, gripping that finger-sized short sword.
Suddenly, he seemed to become possessed.
An unprecedented stillness of death, pure to the extreme, erupted in his hollow eyes!
He made no unnecessary movements.
Gripping the short sword, barely the size of a finger, Chen Xin moved at a speed beyond the limits of human muscles.
He spun around, flicked his wrist, and slashed viciously at Zhang Wei, who stood closest to him!
The surprise attack was simply too fast!
So fast that even Yang Jian, wholly focused on analyzing the situation, failed to notice the danger in time!
A dark gray, crescent-shaped arc of Sword Qi, as wide as the mouth of a bowl.
Shot from the miniature sword and sliced through the air, carrying a paranormal attack as it crossed more than ten meters in an instant!
At that moment, Zhang Wei was still savoring the thrill of pinning Sun Wukong beneath a mountain of stone.
That infuriatingly smug grin still hung on his lips.
When he noticed the dark gray Sword Qi hurtling toward him.
His normally shrewd eyes had not even had time to widen fully.
His facial muscles had not even had time to form an expression of shock or fear.
An almost inaudible slicing sound rang out.
The bowl-sized arc of deathly Sword Qi struck Zhang Wei square in the chest without the slightest resistance!
The Corpse Field.
"This is the one."
Red Ning stopped, her hollow eyes fixed on the half skeleton lying inside the coffin.
Two clumps of dark red, dried blood lay to the lower