Qu Heng's face was gloomy, his expression unreadable.
The resentment, envy, and jealousy in his heart nearly swallowed his reason.
His eyes burned with jealousy.
It took a long while for Qu Heng to finally calm down. Gritting his teeth, he said viciously, "The old man was right after all."
"There's always someone better, and there's always a higher sky."
"The geniuses among the human race and the Demon Race aren't all this strong because they've been popping pills!"
He forced himself to close his eyes and stop watching Bi Fan grow stronger and stronger.
Qu Heng focused on controlling his Soul Power.
As far as Qu Heng was concerned, his encounter with Bi Fan and their fight were entirely because the old man was tempering him.
Because he was arrogant.
Because he had given the old man so much grief, and because of what he had said to him not long ago.
He had thought the geniuses among the human race and the Demon Race were nothing but pill-poppers who relied on secret techniques to grow stronger.
Then, not long afterward, the old man had sent someone over to slap him in the face.
Bi Fan, the number-one name on the Hunting List, was clearly no pill-popping, secret-technique-using genius who was all show and no substance. He was a peer who had grown stronger one solid step at a time.
Otherwise, Qu Heng could never have become a whetstone in Bi Fan's eyes.
Likewise, Bi Fan wouldn't have suddenly become so strong in such a short time.
Realizing this, Qu Heng couldn't help wearing a wry smile.
He slowly shook his head. As he reflected on himself, he couldn't help sighing, "That old man really went to great lengths to put me in my place. He'd even pull a