Powered by the mysterious energy, Lin Chen felt as though he had been reborn. His swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, every slash carrying an overwhelming, earth-shattering momentum, and the flashing blade light cut through the night sky like lightning. Imbued with his endless fury and unwavering determination, every strike seemed intent on completely obliterating the enemy before him.
Under this tempestuous onslaught, the Shadow Sect Master's initial arrogance gradually dissolved. Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, his defense grew sloppy, and vulnerabilities steadily emerged. With eyes like torches, Lin Chen keenly seized this fleeting opportunity. He let out a fierce shout, channeling his entire strength into the blade, and thrust toward the Sect Master's chest with the momentum of a thunderbolt.
Appalled, the Sect Master's face twisted in terror as he desperately tried to dodge sideways. Even so, Lin Chen's sword still grazed his shoulder; the sharp blade instantly sliced through his garments, and a gushing stream of blood stained his black robe.
Chapter 21