Seeing that Tan Mingzhi was stunned and speechless, Feiyu's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and the archaic blade of the Longyuan sword slapped against Tan Mingzhi's shoulder.
Tan Mingzhi shuddered violently, let out a muffled groan, and staggered back several steps, a burning pain shooting through his shoulder.
Yet compared to the physical pain, terror gripped Tan Mingzhi's heart all the more. If Feiyu had used the edge of the sword instead of the flat, he feared his arm would have already been severed.
Chapter 795