From within the red mist came Xie Yue's voice, thick with suppressed fury. "You're courting death!"
More blade light converged on Han Yuchen like a metal storm.
Yet Han Yuchen did not even raise his eyelids.
He swallowed the Ju Zi, patted the juice from his hands, then took a spotless white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped each finger.
Then he raised his head and looked at Tang San ahead of him.
His gaze was as calm as a bottomless lake, without ripples or emotion, holding only an indifferent detachment that saw through everything.
"Little San, clear the field."
Just four simple words.
No roar, no passionate cry, no stirring call to arms.
It was like telling a household servant to do some cleaning, his tone as casual as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."
But Tang San understood.
The silent Tang San suddenly opened his eyes.
Purple Demon Eye activated at full power!
But this time, his eyes no longer held merely a violet glow. They transformed into a dazzling galaxy.
Countless tiny points of light spun and flickered deep within his pupils, forming a complex Star Map.
Under the gaze of those eyes, every flow of energy within the red mist, every Soul Power node, every flaw and weakness, appeared clearly in his mind.
That was the Star Map Eye Han Yuchen had left behind when he had drawn upon the Power of Stars to temper Tang San's eyes the previous night.
Now, guided by Han Yuchen's four words, the Star Map Eye... awakened.
"So that's how it is." Tang San murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting. "The essence of this red mist is the forced fusion of two opposing types of Soul Power. There are three thousand six hundred unstable gaps