Lu Chuan sheathed his bronze sword and walked towards Bai Ye.
At this moment, Bai Ye appeared to have lost control of his limbs, slumped on the ground, like a puppet without its strings.
He looked up at Lu Chuan, his eyes filled with terror as he stammered, "What on earth did you do? That sword of yours never even touched me!"
He couldn't comprehend what Lu Chuan had done, let alone understand the power behind the bronze sword Lu Chuan carried on his back.
Lu Chuan stood before him, looking down, and said indifferently, "Don't you know the source of your power? I'd think you would have some idea."
"This is my own strength, what does it have to do with you? I simply unleashed my trump card, I've been fighting you fair and square, what nonsense are you spouting?"
He shouted angrily, completely unwilling to directly answer Lu Chuan's question.
However, Lu Chuan could tell from his panicked demeanor.
The guy knew the source of his power.
