"Chen Feng, if blame is to be placed, it can only be on your past brilliance. If you were to rise again, surpassing our generation, then we truly wouldn't have a chance!"
"So this time, you must lose!"
The two spoke coldly.
Chen Han wielded his sword, a burst of cold light erupted, and with a flick of his finger, sword energy burst forth, razor-sharp.
He took the initiative.
Without any pause, the long sword hummed, and in their sight, the sword light was like a torrential rain, extremely swift. In an instant, it came slashing, the edge of the sword energy cutting through the air, emitting a crisp sound.
"It’s not late to give up now! Surrender!"