Chen Zhezhe only remembered being pierced straight through the chest by that precious sword, for which countless people had fought. It had been a chillingly thorough strike.
When he lay facedown on the ground, Jiang Chen had panicked and checked his breathing. Countless people had run past him, though fortunately they still had a shred of conscience and nobody trampled the "dead" man underfoot.
Hearing the terrified sound of Jiang Chen running down the mountain, Chen Zhezhe wanted to shout out, but not a single sound would come out.
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