The Heaven-granted Sword

At this time, Zhien Chang Chen’s body was like a tightrope that had been cut. He bounced away. Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously. It was very painful, as if he had been hit by a giant hammer. These feelings were a result of his caved-in chest.

His face went pale. His eyes wavered. Then, his body dropped onto the ground and rolled around, leaving a trace on the ground surface.

Agh!

Zhien Chang Chen coughed up more blood and quickly got up on his feet since he was afraid that Bai Chen would attack him again. He used his spirit qi to suppress his pain.

“F…Father!” Zhien Roo, who was watching the fight from afar, shouted alarmingly. Her face changed colour. Her heart tensed up. Her body shook harshly. She was so worried about her father.

However, she still stood her ground. She knew full well that she could not have done anything. Thus, she could only grit her teeth and watch.

After the last blow, Bai Chen did not stop. He leapt towards Zhien Chang Chen.