Kong Ming's Hatred "A mere third-grade True Devil actually managed to break my Unprecedented Prison Cage. You... are truly impressive."
Great Sage Kong Ming's voice was gentle and magnetic, yet his words carried a bone-piercing chill.
Shen Fan panted violently, saying nothing.
He could sense that the other man's aura had locked onto him completely. Any unusual movement would bring down a thunderous strike.
And within him, the demonic energy belonging to the Heaven Devouring Great Demon had already been utterly exhausted.
It would take quite some time to recover.
Right now, he looked like a thoroughly beaten dog, utterly incapable of fighting back!
Great Sage Kong Ming knew this as well, which was why he appeared exceedingly calm.
"However, that strike just now must have consumed all your demonic energy too, right?
Now, how exactly do you intend to escape from the palm of my hand?!"
Great Sage Kong Ming seemed to relish this feeling of having everything under his control. He did not rush to kill Shen Fan, instead slowly walking up to him step by step, as though measuring the glorious fruits of his victory.
"What a perfect Demonic Body. Its pure physical strength alone can actually rival that of a second-grade...
Tsk, tsk. A filthy place like the Abyss Ruins could actually produce a Prodigy like you!"
As he spoke, he extended a finger. A strand of holy light, condensed to the extreme, gathered at its tip and lightly tapped Shen Fan's shoulder.
"Psssh—"
Like boiling oil poured over ice and snow, Shen Fan's shoulder was instantly pierced through. Black demonic energy was rapidly purified by the holy light, and a heart-piercing pain shot from the wound.
Shen Fan let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently, yet he still did not beg for mercy.