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Chen Feng snorted coldly and marched over to him. Tianchuan didn't move at all, just standing there dumbly watching him. Chen Feng glanced at him disdainfully, picked up the sword case from behind him and opened it. A smile curled on his lips, and then he closed the case, holding it in his hand, and without looking back, he left the area and returned to the wooden hut.
Only after Chen Feng's figure had disappeared did Tianchuan's fingers twitch slightly. Facing that strike from Chen Feng, it was as if he saw a vision of hell itself—he was completely unable to move, let alone resist. He didn't even have the slightest thought of fleeing, and his usually proud Heart Eye Knife technique was not even deployed before he was already defeated, and defeated so miserably at that.
