A sharp whistling sound pierced through the air, as if the very space was being sliced by the fierce sword light.
He Chen's eyes were wide open, filled with terror.
Yet at this moment, he felt as if his body was pinned to the spot, unable to make any evasive maneuvers.
The terrifying sword light reached him in the blink of an eye.
Splurt!
Accompanying the soft sound, the sword light pierced straight through He Chen's chest.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and a horrifying sword mark appeared on He Chen's chest, with blood and viscera continuously spilling from the wound.
"Puuu!"
He Chen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with shattered viscera.
His body trembled violently, his face a mask of pain and fear.
At this moment, his eyes revealed an extreme longing for life, his lips quivered slightly, opening as if to utter some pleading words.
But his viscera, including his dantian, were completely shredded by the sword light.
