"You... you..."
Xu Hanxing heard Chen Fei's indifferent words. They were like the sharpest ice spike, driving viciously into the core of his divine soul and jolting him out of his stupor.
Xu Hanxing's lips trembled, but he did not know what to say.
The greater his confidence in killing Chen Fei had been, the greater the blow he suffered now. Xu Hanxing had never imagined that an Immortal Realm cultivator could truly stop such a sword strike—and that Chen Fei's actual body would remain uninjured.
This completely overturned Xu Hanxing's understanding of the power an Immortal Realm cultivator could wield. Inconceivable. Absurd beyond belief!
Endless regret sank its venomous fangs into Xu Hanxing's consciousness in an instant.
He could not help recalling the Annihilation Venerable's cold, seductive promise: kill Chen Fei, and even if his power fell afterward, the Venerable would help him recover his cultivation and break through to the Sovereign Realm!
Now that promise had become empty words. Not only had he failed to kill Chen Fei, but his own body and soul were about to be annihilated!
Why did I let myself be bewitched into accepting this certain-death battle when I knew Chen Fei's combat strength reached the heavens?
With my talent and accumulated foundation, I only needed to wait patiently. Breaking through to the Sovereign Realm would have come as naturally as water flowing into a channel! Why did I have to covet that illusory shortcut?
Regret pierced his bones and tore through his heart, engulfing Xu Hanxing like a raging tide.
Chen Fei looked down calmly at Xu Hanxing. He clearly saw the immensely complicated shifts in Xu Hanxing's eyes—from bewilderment to disbelief, then to the abyssal despair and regret of this moment.
Yet Chen Fei's gaze remained as still as an ancient well.