The Holy Son, too, faintly heard the echo of a spirit-name release.
But ten thousand cutting edges reached him faster than the echo. In the blink of an eye, they were upon him, stripping the flesh from his body inch by inch.
As the blade-light ran wild, the Holy Son's figure burst into clouds of blood mist in midair!
Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash!
It was hard to describe. The Holy Son was a villain through and through, yet Bai Zhou had tricked him as though he were some upright gentleman.
When Bai Zhou, an opponent he had only just acknowledged and begun to take seriously, earnestly shouted, "Wait," the Holy Son merely stopped in confusion to hear what he had to say.
Who could have guessed Bai Zhou had nothing to say? He had dug one hell of a trap instead!
So Wait was the name of Bai Zhou's Spirit-Name Secret Treasure?
That was the command to release its spirit-name?
Bai Zhou shouted "Wait" before a fight, then, while his opponent stopped, blasted him head-on with a Secret Treasure unleashed at one hundred percent of its power?
How was that not underhanded?
If the Holy Son had known this was the first time Bai Zhou had ever tried the move, and that he had been its first test subject—
Who knew whether he would have felt honored or furious?
But he had no time to feel either. He had no time at all.
At such close range, with an attack this sudden, even a Destined One could not think his way through it. He could only rely on battle-hardened experience and transcendent instinct.
And His Holiness the Holy Son, who had lived behind the scenes in Tinghai for centuries and witnessed countless upheavals firsthand, had no shortage of