Swoosh!
Zheng Yan's sword strike was both fast and fierce, seemingly tearing through the air itself, leaving a white trail in its wake.
As everyone in the arena watched closely, thinking that the next second would see Gu Chen become another lost soul under Zheng Yan's sword, a scene that shocked them into silence occurred.
With the treasure blade slipping from his grasp, the long sword thrusting forward, and death looming, Gu Chen astonishingly made no move to dodge or evade but stretched out his bare hands to intercept Zheng Yan's treasured sword.
"Overestimating yourself!"
Zheng Yan let out a cold laugh, thinking Gu Chen had been scared witless. After all, that was a treasure blade capable of slicing through iron as if it were mud, not something flesh and blood could withstand, even if it was the lowest quality of inferior treasured weapons.
"It's over!"
Luo Feng was also greatly shocked, not understanding why Gu Chen would make such a choice.