Bai Feiyang's heart trembled. He had never been suppressed so thoroughly, not even when facing Ye Wushuang.
Who exactly was Hua Yunfei? How could he be so powerful?
"You think a Young Overlord is powerful? What a pity. At such a pitiful level, you wouldn't even qualify to stand before me."
Hua Yunfei carried Huantao in his arms and walked toward Bai Feiyang, one step at a time.
With every step he took, Bai Feiyang's body and Imperial Soul were squeezed tighter. The immense pressure made his body crack apart, gouts of blood bursting from him, while even his Imperial Soul began to fracture.
"Why are the methods of the Primordial Moon useless against you?"
Bai Feiyang was stunned. He realized that the Primordial Moon methods he wielded couldn't suppress Hua Yunfei's power. The Primordial Moon was the origin of this universe—how could anyone possibly escape its methods?
This discovery, along with Hua Yunfei's words, made his heart tremble wildly.
A Young Overlord didn't even qualify to stand before him?
Could he... really be Young Heaven?
He wanted to say, "I don't believe it," but the facts seemed to be right before him. Who else besides Young Heaven could suppress him to the point of death with nothing but his aura?
"The Primordial Moon?" Hua Yunfei looked at Bai Feiyang's purple eyes, which were like the moon, plucked them out, and merged them into Huantao's eyes.
"You... You..."
Bai Feiyang was utterly horrified, too shocked to speak. Hua Yunfei had so easily fused a trace of the Primordial Moon's aura into Huantao's eyes?
Was he a monster?
It was impossible to do something like that without comprehending the methods of the Primordial Moon, especially when helping someone else.
Could Hua Yunfei have comprehended the methods of the Primordial Moon the