"Damn it, how could this happen?"
Seeing what was happening in the arena, a flash of anger crossed Mo Changkong's eyes. He was both shocked and furious.
What shocked him was that he had never imagined things would turn out this way.
When Bai Nishang had said she would offer two drops of her blood essence as the wager, Mo Changkong had even forgotten about his rivalry with his old nemesis.
He had deliberately used certain means to forcibly raise his subordinate's cultivation by a substantial amount. He had done so to ensure that when the arena opened, his subordinate could advance to a much higher cultivation level.
In doing so, he had practically given up on that subordinate.
After this, his exceptionally talented subordinate would probably be able to reach the Supreme Master realm at best—and even that would be his limit.
But now, after all he had invested, this was the return he had received.
He was bound to lose!
Mo Changkong was no weakling; he naturally had a keen eye.
Although he had no idea how Qin Shaofeng in the arena had managed to stop the other seven participants from absorbing even the slightest trace of Law Power,
given the terrifying speed at which Qin Shaofeng was absorbing it, Mo Changkong knew that his subordinate's chances of beating him had dwindled to almost nothing.
He was even more convinced of this when he sensed Qin Shaofeng's aura growing stronger and the Law Power within him steadily increasing.
Yet the more things went this way, the more unwilling Mo Changkong became to accept it.
He had spent so much effort, and Bai Nishang's two drops of blood essence had been practically within his grasp. He hadn't expected Qin Shaofeng to ruin everything.
For a moment, a trace of