A cold light flashed across Nan Jian's eyes, and as the swords crossed, space split open. He aimed at Chen's throat, trying to make Chen move.
Chen Yuan clenched his teeth and retreated a few steps, maintaining his composure. But there was a scar on his chest. Blood flowed from the wound like a waterfall. It was only a surface wound. There was also a sharp sword, meaning to pierce along the wound into his body, colliding around.
"Sword Dragon Roar."
Nan Jian roared like a dragon. It echoed through the skies, shaking the heavens. Like Taishan, it suppressed Chen Yuan in an overbearing manner.
The group of demons watched the scene ahead, exchanging words one at a time.
"Dragon Fire Poison Needle, what is that?"
"I haven't heard of this poison either."
"However, it seems that Nan Jian is destined to fail this time because of the young clan leader's confident appearance."
