A massive figure appeared behind Chen Fei—it was the Dust Separation Dharma Form. Illusory flames burned across Chen Fei's body and upon the Dust Separation Dharma Form as well.
Compared to the last time Chen Fei had used it, the Dust Separation Dharma Form was now much clearer, and the power contained within it was naturally far more terrifying.
Before the Dharma Form had even struck, She He, facing it directly, had already undergone a drastic change in expression.
Before going onstage, She Qianling had instructed She He to force Chen Fei into using the Dust Separation Dharma Form.
She He had indeed intended to do so. Once his sword formation crashed down, he had planned to needle Chen Fei with words, provoking him into losing his temper and acting without regard for consequences.
Yet before She He could say anything, before even his second move had fallen, Chen Fei had already taken the initiative to unleash the Dust Separation Dharma Form.
She He knew that it was definitely not the pressure from his sword technique that had made Chen Fei use this move ahead of time.
As for the reason, She He had no time to consider it, because facing the Dust Separation Dharma Form at that moment made his entire soul buzz violently.
Only when one's life was in danger would the soul react like this.
In other words, if She He failed to handle this move properly, he would die on the spot!
Although She He had prepared himself to die before entering the arena, when death truly stood before him, he ultimately could not face it calmly.
The instinct for survival made She He want to live—he even wanted to cut down Chen Fei against all odds!
She Qianling and She Zijing had previously analyzed that