Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the space became silent and still. Luo Chen's gaze was fixated on the blood-colored longsword embedded in Junior Martial Uncle's rib, a surge of indescribable excitement flooding his heart. It's Soul Power! He was certain that it wasn't just the power of the throw, because his movement was greatly restricted by the sandy ground he was lying on, making it impossible to exert such a strong force. All this could only be the effect of Soul Power.
Junior Martial Uncle looked at Luo Chen in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. His body trembled violently after being struck by the blood-colored longsword, and he immediately clutched the wound with one hand, with fresh blood seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the sand.
