The sneak attack aimed at Wang Chen had been premeditated for a long time, and the swordsman had infused all of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit into it, unleashing an unbreakable sharpness of Sword Qi.
Such sword momentum, even Transcendent-level Cultivators would not dare to underestimate its edge!
However, in Wang Chen's eyes, this attack was too flashy, its power dispersed and unsubstantial, and its speed even more so was lacking.
He merely used a single palm.
With a palm thrusting out, frosty sword blossoms shattered and vanished into oblivion, the surging, overwhelming power of his palm ruthlessly striking the swordsman's body.
Boom!
Accompanied by a muffled thud, a broken corpse was sent flying.
Wang Chen ignored the flash of red information in his field of vision, flipping his wrist to store the Sunset Bow within the Sumeru Ring.
He swung both fists left and right.
Bang! Bang!
Swords snapped, blades broke!
Two more figures were flung away, already silent in midair.
