C243 Vast Nether Pond

"Clang!"

A sword's hum sliced through the air as a blade of sword qi furiously cleaved towards its target.

The withered elder, already heavily wounded and gripped by fear, felt his heart race at the sight of Lu Chen's sword. He dared not meet the blow head-on and hastily retreated.

As he fell back, he lifted his palms, launching a series of strikes that materialized into large handprints