Begging for Mercy and Expecting It to Be Over

Liao Zhixiu stared wide-eyed at Chen Fei above him, his body struggling nonstop, trying to move.

But at that moment, terrifying power was wantonly piercing through his body. It looked as if only thirty percent of his flesh had been torn apart, but there were other forces still ravaging him from within, leaving Liao Zhixiu unable to budge.

Deep in Liao Zhixiu's eyes was confusion. He could not understand it.

A clone with Three Divine Palaces, stronger than the main body—fine, perhaps that was decided by the Traits of his cultivation technique.

But how could a main body with two Divine Palaces be so outrageously strong?

Before this, none of them had suspected that it was a clone, because the clone's strength had already been extremely powerful, so powerful that none of them could take it down one-on-one.

There was even a chance they would be killed instead by Chen Fei's clone.

Just now, the only reason they had been able to batter Chen Fei's clone into that state without suffering a scratch was because three of them had besieged him together.

Yet now that Chen Fei's main body had arrived, he had instantly displayed strength that completely defied common sense.

In a daze, Liao Zhixiu had the illusion that he was facing a Holy Land Heaven's Chosen head-on.

Qu Tianfang of the Heavenly Sun Holy Land—did he have strength like this?

Liao Zhixiu's heart was filled with confusion and fear. Gu Boquan and Ling Shourong, who saw Liao Zhixiu's miserable state, were not in a much better state of mind either.

Chen Fei had forcibly withstood their attacks, then severely wounded Liao Zhixiu—and Liao Zhixiu truly had no ability to resist at all, directly beaten to the brink of death.

The key was that Chen Fei, at this moment,