Chen Yang's gaze fixed on his target as he unleashed a strike.
The Traveling Dragon Sword, a mid-grade Treasure Weapon, shot toward Li Jiangong with the speed of lightning. It sliced through the air, its frosty Sword Qi descending like a curtain from the heavens.
"Courting death."
A cold smirk crossed Li Jiangong's face. He shook his head and slashed with his war blade.
The enormous penetrating force knocked the Traveling Dragon Sword from Chen Yang's grasp, sending him tumbling backward once more.
BOOM! He crashed to the ground.
Chen Shangwu's face was grim as he roared, "Chen Yang, you can't be his match! The gap in your cultivation realms is not something you can overcome with sheer passion alone."
"But in the future, you will be able to!"
"Listen to me! Chen Hua and I will hold them off. Use all your strength to escape from here, do you hear me?"
