Shen Changchuan had no intention of wasting his breath on the man.
Delays breed trouble.
What if he gave the man time to rest and recover, only for him to feign death and launch a desperate counterattack?
Shen Changchuan didn't want to create unnecessary trouble for himself.
Striking while his enemy was vulnerable was the only proper course of action.
And so,
the man in black died.
With a sudden, killing blow from Shen Changchuan, the man's head was separated from his body by a flash of sword light before he could even resist.
The strike was so powerful it even carved a fissure into the ground.
Fresh blood stained a wide patch of soil crimson.
Only then,
did Shen Changchuan finally allow himself to relax.
"It's finally over!"
He let out a long sigh of relief.
To be honest,
this battle had been one of the most dangerous he had ever fought.
It might have looked like an easy victory,
as if he had escaped unscathed, aside from his depleted Magical Power.
But in reality,
