The Pursuit
Luo Guanghao's expression changed dramatically. He instinctively sprang backward, immediately summoning a fierce, baleful surge of spiritual energy to shield himself. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The flame was so small it was barely visible, yet its aura was terrifyingly sharp and domineering. It had already locked onto him; no matter how he defended himself or fled, he couldn't escape its ghostlike pursuit.
Bi Fan stood where he was, his face slightly pale, yet a smile appeared on his lips. He had kept this move hidden for a long time, all for this moment!
The third form of Bodhi Divine Sense: Bodhi Thought Takes Shape as Flame. It might look like no more than a tiny spark, but beneath that dark flame lurked a dreadful force capable of burning even gods to ashes. However, once he unleashed it, his Sea of Soul was nearly drained dry. That was why Bi Fan's face had turned pale.
Fortunately, his opponent was no longer a threat. Under the pursuit of that tiny flame, Luo Guanghao had nowhere left to run. A wisp of black fire drifted onto his clothes, and in an instant, the flame climbed upward like a fire serpent, turning everything in its path to nothingness.
As a heart-rending, agonized scream rang out, Bi Fan had already guessed the man's fate. He gazed ahead with an indifferent expression and murmured, "To die beneath this flame that takes shape—you should consider it an honor."
The art of Bodhi Divine Sense had vanished from the world many years ago. Not just anyone had the chance to witness it.
The shrill, piercing screams continued without end. Luo Guanghao seemed unwilling to die, roaring in a voice warped nearly beyond recognition, "Bi Fan, you killed someone from Wuji Palace and think you