Sensing that horrifying sword intent, Wu Luochen face changed abruptly.
By the side, Long Tang's expression also changed.
Wu Luochen instinctively wanted to dodge this attack, but it was futile.
Wu Luochen only felt his eyes blur and Ye Yuan already arrived in front of him while he did not react at all. He only saw a sharp sword continuously becoming bigger and bigger in his eyes!
Swoosh!
Ye Yuan's sword finger stopped at Wu Luochen's glabella. The sword intent which was originally surging till it was suffocating vanished with a trace all of a sudden as if it had never appeared before.
Drip!
A drop of sweat flowed down Wu Luochen's forehead and dripped on the floor.
"I . . . I lost!" Wu Luochen said dryly.
"No way? Ye-Ye Yuan is already powerful to such an extent? Did you see how he made his move just now?"
RegiusProfessor:
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Look at this sentence: A drop of sweat flowed down Wu Luochen's forehead.
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Initially it was translated as Wu Luochen's glabella. By definition, that is the part right between the eyebrows. Not above, not below, but right between. Just a small coin size area. Maybe readers prefer that term, maybe the author, the translator, or the editor.
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But myself, I'll go for forehead. So forehead it is.