Light flashed before He Zhao's eyes, and he felt as if something had zipped past right in front of him. When that radiance, brighter than the sun, faded, a huge wound had abruptly appeared on his chest.
Then he looked at Sangji's right hand. It was dripping with blood. Clearly, what had just happened had not been an illusion. The other man really had launched a lethal attack and retreated back to his original position at a speed impossible to react to or reach.
"Hiss—"
Do not misunderstand. The Famous Ruthless Person naturally had no fear of such a minor injury; it was not as though he had never enjoyed torment far more painful than this. The reason he sucked in a breath was that he truly had not expected Bufa Temple's current Seat Master to be so fast. Even he had failed to react in time.
"Enhancement, neural reaction."
As his words fell, the golden mist around him circulated, then poured entirely back into his head, attaching itself to the major nerves throughout his body and doubling their reinforcement.
"Come—"
Before the remaining word "on" could leave his mouth, his vision blurred for the second time.
When he blinked, he found that the other man was still standing fixedly in place.
Immediately afterward, he lowered his head and looked.
Damn it!
A huge wound had appeared across his lower abdomen, bleeding nonstop.
"..."
In terms of speed, he had been utterly defeated!
The Enhancement Ghoul God had focused solely on strengthening his neural reactions, yet he still had not sensed the slightest warning. It was as if the man really had been standing in place the entire time, and the wound on his abdomen had appeared out of thin air.
As expected of a Fierce Specter capable of controlling