Chen Zhuang had advanced to the Divine Bravery Stage not long ago, and his strength was noteworthy. But now, due to Shi Zijian's death, he had lost all reason, pouncing without any technique or routine, just like a wild beast that had lost its mind, ignorant of dodging, which was entirely a suicidal action.
"Pfft!"
Su Changkong's Iron-Cutting Sword chopped down from above, splitting Chen Zhuang's body in two. The momentum was unexhausted, leaving a two-meter-long, seemingly bottomless fissure in the ground!
Chen Zhuang's body, cleft in half, ran a few steps forward out of inertia, passing by the sides of Su Changkong's body, and floppily collapsed on the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
