Everything Chen Mengzhu had was condensed into this single sword strike.
She transformed into a stream of light. In that instant, it was impossible to tell if the woman wielded the sword or the sword wielded the woman. They seemed to have merged into one.
This was the most brilliant sword strike of her life.
It was also the strongest sword strike of her life!
And it was the final sword strike of her life...
She was confident that even if Fang Shuwen could kill her, he would die by her blade.
TING!!!
A soft chime shattered Chen Mengzhu's eardrums, and blood trickled from her ears.
She still held her sword, but its tip had come to a dead stop.
Looking up, she saw that what had stopped her blade was neither a weapon nor treasured armor.
It was one of Fang Shuwen's fingers.
"This... How is this possible?"
Chen Mengzhu's resolve completely shattered, and she voiced the same question as Zhang Feiyang.
