Murong Guanshan's figure was like a streak of black lightning, carrying surging hatred as he closed in on Xuanyuan Chen at an astonishing speed. The broadsword in his hand whipped through the air in a frenzy, every strike backed by an unstoppable momentum. The blade whistled with a piercing sound, slashing straight for Xuanyuan Chen's vital points.
Sensing the danger, Xuanyuan Chen's pupils constricted to the size of pinpricks, his heart tightening violently as every hair on his body stood on end.
With no time to think, pure instinct took over. His body sprang to the side like a fully drawn bowstring. The sharp blade grazed his garments with a crisp tearing sound, shearing away a fluttering piece of fabric.
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