The moment those words left his mouth, Fen Jitian was thoroughly enraged. The Asura Race prized courage and combat above all else, and most of them had violent tempers. Moreover, that savagery was often tied to strength—the stronger they were, the heavier their murderous aura.
Fen Jitian's eyes gleamed fiercely. In an instant, winds and clouds surged as he radiated a domineering, violent aura. With a savage expression, he said, "You little bastard, you're getting more and more full of yourself. You actually dare speak so rudely before me? That only strengthens my desire to kill you!"
"Heh, as if flattering you would make you reconcile with me. Since we're enemies either way, why should I be polite to you? You call me a little bastard, so I can only respectfully call you Old Turtle." Fan Lang sneered.
"You're courting death!"
Fen Jitian flew into a rage and struck at Fan Lang with both hands. The last time they had fought face-to-face, he had been concerned about his status and held back somewhat. This time was different. The instant he attacked, he used his true strength, no longer treating Fan Lang as a junior.
His left and right hands produced entirely different effects. One hand tugged at spatial dimensions, creating fold after fold in space. Everything within the area rapidly collapsed toward that hand. His other hand clenched into a fist, drawing upon the murderous energy scattered throughout the Asura Path Plane and gathering it over his fist, where it formed a glowing Fist Force. The Fist Force shone like a star, faintly bearing the image of a ferocious human face.
Both hands struck at once, each with its own wondrous effect. Together, they formed a deadly killing move!
Fan Lang was pulled by the spatial folds as though an