"What can this Sect Leader do? Eh, why are you suddenly coughing up blood?"
Chen Xing's hair and beard stood on end, and the sword injury that had been suppressed suddenly erupted for some unknown reason, like a tightly pressed spring snapping open.
His internal organs churned like stormy seas, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and barely managed to resist.
"Such formidable sword intent! Great wisdom, great benevolence, great courage, almost like a sage's sword, cutting me down... Old Chen, I think you have ulterior motives, trying to harm me and take my place!"
Chen Xing raised his hand to press against his chest, continuously revolving his true gang to gradually grind down the layers of sword force assailing him.
"Nonsense! At your age, with a widowed son, does this Sect Leader fancy you?"
Chen Yin's expression changed dramatically. The White Sun Lineage valued grace and style the most.
