"How exactly did you do it...?"
Zhao Tan struggled to raise his head and look at Chen Fei. His lips trembled. The moment he forced out those words, his face abruptly turned deathly pale, as though that single sentence had drained every last shred of strength from his body.
And that was indeed the case. With just one move, Zhao Tan, an Abyss Clan expert at the Dao Integration Realm Late Stage, had been smashed until both body and soul were shattered. The only reason he had not died immediately was because his Dao Integration Realm Rule Body was stubbornly sustaining his final breath.
The moment that breath dispersed would be the moment Zhao Tan turned to ashes.
A Dao Integration Realm Late Stage cultivator who had cultivated for several thousand years had been struck into body-and-soul extinction by a Dao Integration Realm Mid-stage cultivator in a single move. Zhao Tan could not comprehend such a thing. He could not make sense of it.
When his first palm strike had been forcibly shattered earlier, Zhao Tan had turned and fled. Apart from not wanting to take the risk, he had also wanted to hurry back with this news to the Abyss Clan.
At that moment, Zhao Tan had already understood in his heart that he was likely no match for Chen Fei.
A Dao Integration Realm Late Stage cultivator losing to a Dao Integration Realm Mid-stage cultivator—and one who had cultivated for less than three years—was utterly inconceivable. Yet Zhao Tan had still followed his instincts and chosen to flee first.
At that time, Zhao Tan had merely believed that while he could not defeat Chen Fei, escaping should not have posed the slightest problem.
But the cruel reality now was that not only could he not win, he had