HUM!
The air was filled with the sound of swords humming. Even though the plum blossoms had all withered and disappeared, those streaks of Sword Light remained, their power undiminished, all converging on Ling Chen.
His body bent like a bow, Ling Chen moved like a duckweed swaying with the wind. He seemed like a drunkard, staggering and looking as if he might fall at any moment.
However, despite this stumbling appearance, he cleverly avoided all the Sword Light. The so-called Plum Blossom Sword Formation, launched by the six disciples of Hanmei Villa, failed to harm Ling Chen in the slightest.
He actually avoided it perfectly!
Shen Qianlang didn't know how to describe the shock in his heart. Ling Chen always seemed to be in extreme danger, yet he consistently managed to deftly avert disaster. Was it luck, or did he truly possess the skill to dodge?
