Claws of the Dragon Against the White Bone Hand
As the golden light around Bi Fan grew brighter and brighter, the white blazing flame of the Annihilation Light gradually faded away in his palm.
Only a faint smell of scorched flesh lingered in the air, the sole trace that the attack had ever been there—a reminder to everyone that, in the end, it had failed to do him any harm.
Every face in the crowd below was filled with shock and disbelief. One young man swallowed with difficulty and asked, unable to believe his eyes, "Did Bi Fan just dispel Senior Brother Mu's Annihilation Light with his bare hands?"
Xiang Lan was the first to recover. He let out a soft sigh and nodded. "It looks that way."
"With power like that, no wonder Senior Brother Luo went after him and never came back." The man shook his head, sounding shaken.
Xiang Lan nodded with a bitter smile. "When this man killed Senior Brother Luo yesterday, he practically crushed him. If I hadn't been lucky enough to run while he was chasing Guo Shao, I'd probably be a corpse by now too."
At that, everyone's faces grew grim. As silence fell, they began to wonder whether today's contest might end in an unexpected way.
Only Chu Qingjue, standing opposite them, slowly let out a breath. A new look entered her eyes as she gazed at Bi Fan; it seemed she had underestimated the young man after all.
Bi Fan remained where he was and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Mu Yi's startled expression. He smiled faintly. The pain and numbness in his arms had completely vanished. He stretched them casually, and his bones crackled.
"Your move wasn't all that impressive, was it?" he taunted with