The old man naturally wouldn't sit and wait for death. When he saw Chu Linfeng attacking him, he forcefully swung his long sword. At this moment, he only hoped that this strike could severely injure the opponent. Although the chance was slim, he had no choice but to do so, as his speed was certainly not enough to escape.
Even if he couldn't harm him, he could still hold out for a while. Perhaps by then, someone might come, giving him hope of survival.
The thought was beautiful, but reality was cruel. Chu Linfeng's strike directly broke the old man's sword. The powerful attack landed on him, splitting his body in half. A rain of blood fell from the sky, followed by the sound of something crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Chu Linfeng hadn't anticipated that his strike would directly kill the opponent. Perhaps it was due to the old man's fear of him.
