"Be careful, Lin Chen!" Zhao Xiaohua cried out in alarm.
At that moment, Zhao Qian struck like a venomous snake, thrusting his treasured sword at Lin Chen.
"Kid, die!"
With a treasured sword in hand and a murderous gleam in his eyes, Zhao Qian was about to pierce Lin Chen.
Feeling the icy Sword Qi stabbing into his marrow from behind, Lin Chen snorted coldly and slightly shifted his body, unbelievably catching the lightning-fast treasured sword between two fingers.
"How is this possible!" Everyone was stunned at this scene.
The swords of the Zhao family were known as the sharpest, able to slice through iron as if it were mud, and with the Zhao family's innate talent for wind attributes, they have stood unshakeable in the martial arts world of China for centuries.
Yet the fearsome Zhao family sword was now caught between two fingers of Lin Chen, an impossibility.
At this moment, Zhao Qian's face showed a look of shock.
