Suppressing Him with a Raise of the Hand, You're Too Weak—his words carried no hint of mockery. They were calm, as if he were simply stating a fact.
But to Song Jue's ears, they were unbearably grating.
"I don't believe it!"
Song Jue roared.
"I don't believe that a mere late-stage Saint Realm cultivator like you can defeat a peak expert like me!"
As he spoke, the ancient mirror above his head spun wildly, spewing monstrous demonic flames that turned into a black sea of fire sweeping toward Jiang Fan.
Those demonic flames did not merely burn the flesh; they could also erode the soul. They were vicious beyond measure.
Jiang Fan's gaze was icy. He brought two fingers together like a sword and slashed through the air.
"Sever!"
His word became law.
The Space Law surged.
Countless Spatial Blades appeared out of thin air.
The instant they came into contact with the demonic flames, they abruptly cut off the connection between the flames and Song Jue.
"Condense!"
The demonic flames, having lost their source, were instantly locked within a narrow space and swiftly dimmed before dissipating.
At the same time, Jiang Fan's figure flickered, appearing before Song Jue as if he had teleported.
Another punch, aimed straight at his Dantian.
Song Jue was horrified and drove the ancient mirror with all his strength to defend himself.
But the mirror had only just glowed with a dark light, not yet fully forming a black barrier, when Jiang Fan's fist had already arrived.
Thud!
The fist landed on the incomplete barrier, and the barrier caved in violently.
Then—
Crack!
It shattered with a boom.
After that, the fist continued without losing momentum and stamped into Song Jue's abdomen.
Pfft!
Song Jue's eyes bulged. His internal organs felt as if they had