The Sword Qi was sharp, filled with a palpable killing intent.
Chu Nan gathered all the Sword Intent, elevating the power and speed of this sword strike to the extreme.
Zhang Mingxuan's expression changed drastically upon seeing this sword, sensing a hint of crisis, he hurriedly mobilized all his Spiritual Power to block it with his fist in front of him.
A loud clang resounded.
The Blood Pattern Sword struck Zhang Mingxuan's arm, emitting a metallic crash-like sound.
"An ant trying to stop a chariot, overestimating yourself. Your sword cannot harm me at all!" Zhang Mingxuan sneered, his eyes full of contempt.
But just as he finished speaking, the Blood Pattern Sword cut through Zhang Mingxuan's flesh, staining the ground with bright red blood.
Seizing success with a single sword strike, Chu Nan immediately retreated, laughing mockingly, "Zhang Mingxuan, how's that sword?"
"Bastard!" Zhang Mingxuan forcibly endured the pain, glaring at Chu Nan, cursing angrily.
