Xuan Chen Hesitated
"Wait, Elder Sword Senior, what are you laughing at?"
"Come on, tell me!"
"Where does this Devil Race brat get his confidence?"
"Is he really that sure he can kill me?"
Bi Fan was genuinely curious.
Only Bi Fan knew how much he had gone through to rise from an unknown nobody to where he was now.
And how many enemies he had faced.
Generally speaking, when those enemies faced his talent, they couldn't help feeling panic and fear.
He had never before met someone like Qu Heng, who had called him a freak not long ago, yet had become confident he could kill him in the space of a moment.
Bi Fan really wanted to know where Qu Heng's confidence came from.
The nosy look on his face grew more and more pronounced.
He even lost the desire to swing the Giant God Sword in his hand.
Seeing that the brat Bi Fan wasn't diligently swinging his sword, but instead was looking at him with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, Elder Sword Senior shook his head with a helpless smile. Then he answered with a grin, "Here's the thing."
"This is Devil Race territory."
"Qu Heng has always thought you came here because his father arranged this trial for him."
"You're his whetstone."
"What's more, Qu Heng thinks his father is still nearby and hasn't gone far. If anything really happens to him, his father will come straight over."
"That's also why Qu Heng dared to drain the spiritual power from his dantian in one go."
Since he had been searching for a chance to sever the connection between Qu Heng's Sea of Soul and the composite, Elder Sword Senior's Spiritual Power had been quietly attached to Qu Heng's Sea of Soul all along.
A person's