Mu Ying's expression was ashen, and this time it was certain death.
So, he said nothing more to Chen Yuanwu, nor did he plead.
On his gaunt face, a thick air of desolation was revealed.
Boom!
Chen Yuanwu stepped forward, covering a distance of ten meters in a flash, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, kicking up a storm of sand as he sprinted.
The scene was so phenomenal, it seemed as if all the elements of heaven and earth could be at his command.
With a light flick of his arm, the ancient broad saber swung down forcefully.
Though they were figures of the same era, faced with Chen Yuanwu's aggressive onslaught, Mu Ying could only retreat step by step.
A figure who once dared to challenge Chen Changsheng.
How could he be so easily stopped?
Bang.
With a hammering thud, Chen Yuanwu turned the broad saber sideways and slammed it hard onto Mu Ying's chest, with astonishing speed and destructive power.
Sweeping a Thousand Armies.
