Zheng Ge at this moment was utterly confounded. Su Chen's sword had completely surpassed his imagination. He had thought of Su Chen as a beggar worth only one hundred yuan, yet unimagined by him, a single bottle of wine for Su Chen cost several hundred thousand. The drastic disparity left his mind feeling a trace of sluggishness.
At the same time, the chaotic and intricate sword light of Heart Soul Chaos swirling around the world also contributed to his slowness.
These two types of sluggishness combined such that by the time his thoughts were thoroughly and completely responsive, Su Chen's sword had already rapidly enlarged in his vision—it was already upon him.
At that time, he had no time left to dodge; his only choice was to meet the attack head-on!