Imperial Lord Kong Fa's scalp prickled with terror. The fear of being utterly locked onto by someone far stronger than himself stripped him of all reason.
"Bastard, I'll take you down with me!"
He roared, burning his sacred energy madly. His entire body became a silver spear that tore through the void, thrusting straight at Shen Fan's brow with the resolve to die.
This was already the strongest strike Imperial Lord Kong Fa's projected avatar could unleash, and it even overdrew a considerable amount of his essence.
Even if it succeeded, this projected avatar would soon drop in cultivation, or even collapse on its own!
Yet Shen Fan did not so much as lift his eyelids at the attack.
He merely raised his right hand casually and flicked his index finger.
An extremely faint, muffled sound rang out.
There was no earth-shaking explosion, no dazzling display of light. The silver spear, powerful enough to pierce a great thousandfold world, abruptly stopped three inches from Shen Fan's fingertip.
Then, like a pencil drawing rubbed out by an invisible eraser, Imperial Lord Kong Fa's projected avatar lost half his body. That half silently disintegrated into the purest void energy.
Not even a speck of residue remained.
Once again, it was a power beyond comprehension.
When the projected avatar realized what had happened, traces of astonishment still lingered on Imperial Lord Kong Fa's face.
He knew this newly ascended First-Grade Imperial Lord was strong, having condensed ten strands of immortal gold essence the moment he broke through.
But he had never imagined he would be this strong!
Though he was only a projection, and his true body possessed just six strands of immortal gold essence, he was still a top-tier combatant. Yet he could not withstand even a single finger?
That thought flashed