The Demon Sword exuded a dense aura of death, as if it were the very scythe of the Grim Reaper itself.
"Humming..."
Space cracked open, and wherever Chen Nan's blade passed, the air itself burst with explosive sound.
"Do you really think I'm just hiding?"
Han Yang suddenly let out a cold laugh, and from his mouth he spat two streaks of white light; one turned into a flying sword that shot toward Chen Nan's throat, while the other transformed into a shield for protection in front of him.
"Clang!"
Chen Nan's sword struck the shield, but his peerless sword light was unexpectedly blocked.
At the same time, the flying sword had already reached in front of him, seeming poised to pierce his throat when Chen Nan's left hand suddenly shot up. With a loud "clang" sound, the sword tip pierced into the palm of his hand, breaking the skin and sinking half a centimeter deep before being stopped.
"Hum..."
