Seeing that Tan Mingzhi was stunned and speechless, a sharp gleam flashed in Chen Feiyu's eyes, and the archaic flat of the Longyuan sword smacked heavily against Tan Mingzhi's shoulder.
Tan Mingzhi shuddered violently, let out a muffled groan, and stumbled back several steps. A burning pain shot through his shoulder.
Yet compared to the physical pain, terror gripped his heart all the more. If Chen Feiyu had used the edge of the sword instead of the flat, his arm surely would have been severed.
Chapter 795