Clang!
As their bodies intersected, Chu Ming's Conjugate Sword instantly returned to its sheath. His expression was extremely serene as he casually found a spot to quietly meditate, paying no heed to anything around him.
The lean man's face turned pale as he steadied himself, staring at the bloodstain on his chest and looking at Chu Ming with immense apprehension.
Chu Ming's sword was simply too fast. He had only seen a flash of light before being defeated. If he had been half a step slower, it wouldn't have been as simple as just getting injured.
The onlookers saw the covert battle between the lean man and Chu Ming. Watching Chu Ming meditating nearby, they immediately regarded him as a considerable threat.
The lean man, although not the strongest among them, was at least of intermediate level. Yet, he couldn't even withstand one strike from Chu Ming, which clearly demonstrated how terrifying Chu Ming's battle power was.
