You think you've won?
As Mo Wu's words fell, that streak of black light, carrying a strange ripple, reached Bi Fan in the blink of an eye.
He furrowed his brow slightly, then seemed unable to stop it as the black light entered the space between his brows.
The next instant, his steps wavered faintly. He lifted his head, and a complex light flickered in his eyes.
Watching the sudden turn of events from behind, Jin Shanshan and the others were stunned. What was going on?
Wu Qinghong frowned, feeling that things couldn't possibly be so simple.
That final streak of Black Axe Demon God Light had been a soul attack. Though it had come from a powerhouse at the Marquis Realm, it shouldn't have been much use against an eighth-grade Formation Master!
There was only one explanation: Bi Fan had been hiding his true strength.
Yet Mo Wu couldn't detect anything amiss. Seeing that Bi Fan had fallen into his trap, he burst into laughter. "Boy, how does Black Axe Demon God Light feel? I went through hell and back to cultivate this technique!"
Bi Fan stood motionless, seemingly struggling to drive away the discomfort assaulting his soul.
But Mo Wu had no intention of giving him time to catch his breath. A cold smile curled his lips. "Boy, blame your own stupidity and carelessness! You actually dared to catch my ultimate move with your bare hands. Since you've delivered your life right to my doorstep, I'll collect it on Heaven's behalf!"
Then he raised a hand and channeled his spiritual energy, looking as though everything was going according to plan. With a sinister grin, he cried, "Demon God Light, explode!"
His words fell, and the scene went deathly silent. It was so quiet that everyone could hear their