Bi Fan let out a cold laugh. "Then why don't you surrender? I'll spare your life, and we can call this fight my victory."
Mu Ziqiu turned his head and smiled faintly. "If I lose this fight, do you think the person behind all this will let me go? Let me die on my feet."
Bi Fan smiled, straightened up, and watched the golden light in his hand grow more intense, a hint of jade-colored light mixed in. "If that's what you want, then I'll grant your wish."
With that, surging spiritual energy gathered in his palm and slammed toward Mu Ziqiu.
Without a doubt, this fully charged attack was a death warrant for the battered Mu Ziqiu.
He closed his eyes with a faint, enigmatic smile, as if waiting for the final moment of his life.
A thunderous boom kicked up dust from the ground. As it billowed through the air, it became impossible to see what was happening where they stood.
Xiang Guanghao could no longer bear to watch and closed his eyes. As he silently cursed Mu Ziqiu, he wondered how he would explain himself to Nangong Hongye when he got back.
The scarred man beside him sighed and was about to go collect the body when, to his surprise, he saw that Mu Ziqiu had somehow gotten back to his feet!
He had completely shaken off his earlier near-death state and now stood there, full of vigor. Yet his brow was tightly furrowed, and he showed no sign of ease or satisfaction.
Bi Fan, by contrast, was crouched on the ground, his skin torn and flesh laid bare. Blood trickled down his chest, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The scarred man rubbed his eyes. Had he imagined it? How had the tables