"Who exactly are you?!" Hu Mang stared at Chen Fei and cried out in shock.
Hu Mang did not believe the person before him was Chen Fei of the human race.
That Chen Fei's talent soared across the heavens, but he had cultivated for far too short a time. No matter what, he absolutely could not have reached this level.
Chen Fei looked at Hu Mang and gave no answer. His left hand clenched, and a majestic force erupted in an instant. Hu Mang could not even resist before he exploded into a cloud of Blood Mist.
This Space Binding Kill was simply far too useful against those below the Dao Fusion Realm Late Stage.
Or rather, the Shadow Binding Kill that Zhuo Mingyong had once poured his heart's blood into creating was extraordinarily exquisite.
But it could only be used at critical moments, which made it somewhat limited.
Now, under Chen Fei's fine control of the Space Rule, this move possessed an entirely different form and power.
Chen Fei circulated the Bronze Rune and began plundering Hu Mang's talent. A ray of spiritual light surged into the space between Chen Fei's brows.
The cool sensation flashed through his divine soul for only an instant before vanishing.
Chen Fei's talent rose by the slightest trace—or perhaps it had not risen at all. After all, Chen Fei's current comprehension had already far surpassed that of an ordinary Dao Fusion Realm cultivator.
Chen Fei had long been mentally prepared. He extended his left hand and touched the Blood Mist before him, using God-Devouring to read the contents within the Divine Soul Fragments.
A moment later, Chen Fei withdrew his left hand, and a mass of spiritual essence followed it out of the Blood Mist.
The next instant, the spiritual essence collapsed and