From a certain perspective, Chen Changsheng's skill in the sword was rather unreasonable.
As long as he could break his opponent's Star Domain, then even if his opponent had a far higher cultivation level, they would still be greatly troubled.
Three years ago on that snowy day in the capital, he wielded his sword and forced his way into the alley of the Northern Military Department. Back then, Xiao De of the Proclamation of Liberation and several dozen elite assassins from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and the Department for Purging Officials had attacked as one, but still failed to suppress him because of this unreasonable skill.
A tinge of regret appeared in the White Tiger Divine General's eyes, after which it was slashed into nothing by the sword glows.
He knew that he had underestimated his foe.
But he would not give up. He waved his spear to protect himself while narrowing his eyes, staring into Chen Changsheng's.
