As the sword dropped, Yan Yu was so scared that she closed her eyes.
Although she found Chen Feng extremely annoying, she didn't actually want to kill him.
With a thud, Yan Yu's sword heavily chopped down on Chen Feng's forehead.
Yan Yu's hand trembled, releasing the sword.
Chen Feng touched his forehead and felt as if he had been struck by a wooden stick.
"You really hit hard," he said.
Chen Feng grimaced.
"Ah?"
Yan Yu opened her eyes and, seeing Chen Feng unharmed, she was stunned speechless.
Looking down at the sword that had mysteriously broken, Yan Yu felt even more chilled.
She had definitely put all her strength into that attack.
But the sword was broken, and Chen Feng was fine.
How could Chen Feng's physique be so monstrous? What kind of demon was he?
"What's wrong? Got your wits scared out of you?"
Chen Feng extended his finger and waggled it in front of Yan Yu.
"Get lost."
Yan Yu swatted away Chen Feng's hand.
