Chapter 17: Submission
The razor-sharp sword intent surged forth. Ji Xuan instantly felt sharp pain across his body, as if blades were slicing his skin. His eyes burned intensely, forcing him to shut them tight.
The surprise and sudden pain weakened nearly 99% of the strength behind his punch. With a light sidestep, Long Chen easily avoided the attack.
Ji Xuan, stunned by the failed blow, barely opened his eyes when—
Swish—
A sharp sound sliced the air. A cold gust swept over. Before Ji Xuan could react, Long Chen flicked his sleeve and, with extended fingers, slapped Ji Xuan directly across the face.
Boom!
An explosive sound echoed as the terrifying power of Long Chen's innate sacred body erupted. Though the move was simple, Ji Xuan, a first-level innate realm cultivator, was sent flying.
He crashed into the wall over ten meters away. Cracks spread like spiderwebs across the surface.
Ji Xuan slumped to the ground. His face was red and swollen. Pain throbbed through his bones as if they were fracturing.
In a few breaths, his body's energy eased the injuries. He stood up slowly, hands trembling, and looked at Long Chen in disbelief.
"Sword intent?!"