In the same second, the Black Blade reached the front of Su Chen's neck, but then, it stopped.
Why did it stop? Because Su Chen was now grasping the blade with his hand, his very physical hand, tightly clutching it.
Demonically crimson blood crazily dripped from his hand, one can only imagine the excruciating pain?
Yet, Su Chen did not let go, because the moment he let go, the blade would land on his neck, and he would undoubtedly die.
"Roar..." Su Chen let out a roar, a roar driven by absolute desperation.
He was already severely injured!!!
His eyes were blood-red, like a starving wolf whose parents, siblings, and friends had all died, his gaze so icy and frenzied it was unbearable to meet.
The only thing left on Su Chen's body, aside from the endless stench of blood, was a scent of madness and rage.
But because of this, Nalan Tianqiong and Nalan Qiankun had made up their minds to kill Su Chen.
At that moment.
Suddenly, Su Chen's other hand raised...
