Chen Nan slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam, like stars in a cold night, icy and profound.
Although his Daoist robe was torn, its billowing in the wind, he stood like a drawn sword, sharp and imposing.
The bloodstain on his left shoulder did not weaken his momentum; instead, it added a touch of fierce killing intent.
"Yagyu Sojiro, your blade is still not fast enough!" Chen Nan's voice was low and calm, his face carrying a teasing smile.
Yagyu Sojiro's expression slightly changed, but soon it became fierce again.
The blade of his Shadow Cutter was blood-red, the ghostly fire on its edge burning even more intensely, as if it wanted to engulf the entire arena.
He roared, his sword strikes swept toward Chen Nan like a violent storm, each slash carrying a terrifying aura, producing sharp wind-breaking sounds.
Wherever the blade light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, highlighting the power of his attacks.
