"Not good, is he a demon?"
Zhong Zhenyu's hair stood on end!
Wei Fan had truly vanished. As a Martial Venerable, he naturally did not rely solely on his eyes to see; he could also sweep with his mind.
Wei Fan had not merely disappeared from sight—even under the sweep of Zhong Zhenyu's mind, there was no trace of him.
Such an inconceivable method made every hair on Zhong Zhenyu's body stand on end.
Behind me!
The thought had only just arisen in Zhong Zhenyu's mind when, before he could react, Wei Fan suddenly appeared behind him in his mind's perception, his fist blasting toward him like a blazing sun.
Boom!
His golden body trembled, flesh and blood splattered, and spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread.
He spun around and cleaved out with his Great Halberd, but struck empty air again. Wei Fan had already vanished from the spot as if a ghost.
The next instant, Wei Fan appeared behind him again in his mind's perception, and another Great Sun Collapse Fist struck the very same spot.
Three consecutive punches landed on the same place. Even with his Golden Body Eighth Refinement, Zhong Zhenyu's back had become a mangled mess of flesh and blood, exposing golden bones.
"Come out! If you have the guts, fight me face-to-face!"
Wei Fan's ghostly, unpredictable methods made Zhong Zhenyu's hair stand on end. The Great Halberd in his hand whirled madly, sending out terrifying ripples to shield his entire body.
"I already gave you a chance for a face-to-face fight, but you did not cherish it!"
Wei Fan's voice rang out from Zhong Zhenyu's right. Zhong Zhenyu immediately swung his Great Halberd at the sound, yet once again hit nothing. Wei Fan appeared to his left instead, his five fingers shining with a blinding light as