"When did it happen?"
"Such terrifying speed, it's almost impossible to see clearly."
The middle-aged men, one by one, their eyes widened. They had just seen Chu Fengmian's figure slightly move.
Even unable to see clearly, Chu Fengmian had actually left a wound on Yan Xun's chest.
This wound, although not large, would have been fatal had Chu Fengmian put slightly more effort into it, and Yan Xun would already be dead under Chu Fengmian's sword.
It could be said that Yan Xun, with his strength at the peak of Body Cultivation, couldn't even withstand Chu Fengmian's one sword strike.
At least under that one strike, among the middle-aged men present, only the strongest one, with a double layer of Spiritual Power cultivation, could withstand it.
"Does anyone still doubt my strength?" Chu Fengmian said with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
