"Such a swift sword..."
Zhou Jinchuan only felt a chill on his forehead. In his vision, Luo Cheng had already sheathed his sword and stood motionless. Zhou wanted to draw his blade to counterattack, but his body wouldn't obey—an eerie sensation.
Bam!
The eerie feeling lasted only a moment. Zhou Jinchuan toppled straight to the ground, his eyes wide open as if he hadn't realized he was already dead.
"What!"
Everything happened too quickly. Huang Shang had just prepared to attack Luo Cheng when she saw Zhou Jinchuan collapse lifelessly. Her face turned pale with fright, and her bright eyes stared at Luo Cheng in terror:
"You! You're supposed to be the one who awakened the Wasted Martial Soul—a worthless failure! How can you be this strong!"
She knew Zhou Jinchuan's strength very well. Among martial artists of the same level, he was considered exceptional; otherwise, she wouldn't have allied herself with him.
Now, he'd been killed in a single strike by Luo Cheng!
