Longing, Sever Heads.
The Five Palaces smoked like mist; the Four Seas burst and flowed.
All they saw was blood spraying wildly and a head flying high!
The echoes of Gods' Lament still lingered.
Jiang Wang turned with sword in hand, facing Shang Yanhu and the god-devil Chu Rang, drenched in blood.
In that instant, the blood gushing wildly behind him was like a red cloak billowing in the wind!
What had just happened?
What kind of Supernatural Power was this?!
Chu Rang had suddenly unleashed Gods' Lament, then brutally cut it off, leaving himself utterly at a loss in both attack and retreat. Instead, he had created an opportunity for Jiang Wang to kill Li Fu. That choice could no longer be explained merely as impulsiveness.
Not only had Chu Rang himself sensed that something was wrong, repeatedly searching within himself for a way to eliminate the hidden danger of being controlled.
Shang Yanhu, who had broken free from Gods' Lament, also cleared his mind and steadied his spirit, becoming exceedingly cautious.
He had finally seen all five of Jiang Wang's Supernatural Powers, but this price was indeed not one he wished to pay!
In Shang Yanhu and Chu Rang's current judgment, Jiang Wang's fifth Supernatural Power, concealed until now, should be related to "controlling others."
For an expert like Chu Rang, so skilled in beast-taming arts, his first thought was that he might have been controlled by some force just now.
Within this god-devil's body, though he could not escape a bloodthirsty nature, his will held absolute dominance. With his combat wisdom, even if the blood bats had influenced him, making him inclined toward brutal impulses and often seized by the urge to slaughter all he saw, he should not truly have made such a foolish move. He