At that moment, between heaven and earth, it seemed only that sword light remained.
Tens of meters long, the sword light carried with it an overwhelming sense of oppression.
The assassin from the Seven Killings Hall, who had felt confident and in control up until now, couldn't help but feel a bit of panic, as Chen Yuan had already put a lot of pressure on him.
Especially with this strike, which was in no way inferior to the burst of energy from a Reach Profound Martial Artist at the first acupoint.
Demon Sword Chen Yuan!
The evaluation of him by the Seven Killings Hall was still somewhat biased—they thought that by sending a Reach Profound Martial Artist like themselves the task would be easy. Yet, after several eruptions of his Blood Arrows did no harm to the man but merely hindered his movements, he realized how troublesome Chen Yuan could be.
The pressure this strike brought had led him to sense danger.
