Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sound of the Sword Light piercing through the air resounded continuously. No one could see how many swords Ling Chen had swung; they only felt dizzying confusion. By the time they reacted, Ling Chen had already sheathed the Treasure Sword.
Kazama Ichiro stumbled back several dozen steps and only managed to stabilize himself with the support of several warriors from the Fengjian Clan, his face filled with terror, looking extremely disheveled.
The moment he stabilized his body, he immediately touched his head. After confirming that his head was still there, Kazama Ichiro breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Fortunately, his head was still intact.
"Do I have any broken arms or legs, or am I missing any parts?"
Kazama Ichiro quickly asked the people beside him.
The several warriors of the Fengjian Clan carefully examined Kazama Ichiro's body and then also breathed a sigh of relief, "No, not a scratch."
