What? Heitian stared at Bi Fan in surprise. The aura now bursting from Bi Fan's body was so oppressive that even Heitian could feel it.
He hadn't felt this way in a long time. Whenever he did, it meant his opponent was far stronger than he was. How was that possible? How could that brat be stronger than him? This had to be wro—
Suddenly, Heitian's pupils shrank. The fluctuations of law spread from him, and the sickle in his hand flashed with cold light. It pierced through space as he swung without hesitation.
Clang!
Halfway through his swing, a powerful resistance struck. Heitian's hand went numb, and the sickle nearly slipped from his grasp. His heart lurched in alarm.
He stared in disbelief at Bi Fan, who had swung his sword at him, then looked into Bi Fan's eyes. They were calm—so calm that even if the heavens came crashing down, they wouldn't flicker.
Compared to a moment ago, Bi Fan seemed like a completely different person, especially in the aura radiating from him.
The demonic power deep within Heitian's body was churning restlessly, huddling together in fear, not daring to stir.
Who was he, really?
Heitian screamed inwardly, driven nearly mad. Countless questions swirled through his mind, and he wanted to ask them all right then and there.
Crack, crack, crack!
The Taiyi Sword pressed down on the sickle with a series of sharp cracks, sparks flying everywhere. Bi Fan held the sword in one hand and looked at Heitian, who was struggling to hold him back. In an instant, he unleashed his strength.
Clang!
Heitian was sent flying by the sword, his body hurtling backward at tremendous speed.
Bi Fan pursued him, catching up in an instant. A mighty sword force came crashing down.
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