Whetstone

And the pain was growing stronger and stronger, spreading over a wider and wider area.

After a few breaths, he felt as if his entire body were burning, the intense agony sweeping through every inch of him.

He began to struggle, trying with all his might to cry out.

But when he opened his mouth, not even the slightest sound came out.

What was going on?

At that moment, he truly had no sense of superiority left at all. All that remained was fear and awe toward Wang Sheng.

But it was already too late.

Because in this sea of flames, he could not escape at all.

His eyes widened, filled with despair.

What was the most painful thing in life? It was clearly enduring unbearable agony, yet being unable to make a single sound.

It was clearly knowing that Sever of this was fake, yet still being unable to stop himself from believing it.

It was clearly that his opponent's strength was far inferior to his own, yet before that opponent, he could not withstand a single blow.

"Pfft..."

Ting could not hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

And not only in the illusion, but in reality as well.

This left the stunned Zhu Huan, Young Master Luo, and the two girls speechless for a moment.

Because in their eyes, Wang Sheng and Ting had only exchanged a single glance.

How had Ting suddenly spat blood?

They did not understand, but more than that, they felt dread and fear.

One had to know that Ting was no ordinary genius. He had once ranked in the top three of the entire Fire Source Realm.

How could he be so unable to withstand even one blow?

Could it be that Wang Sheng's talent had already become so monstrous