Black Luo drifted forward, black shadows churning around him as Heavenly Demons floated behind his back.
His entire body radiated an imposing aura as he stared coldly at Chen Fan.
"Chen Fan, did I not tell you not to let me see you in Kongming Heaven... Why are you so disobedient?"
Yet faced with his terrifying aura, Chen Fan merely grinned.
The script had indeed unfolded exactly as he had expected.
His gaze flicked toward Lan Qiu beside Black Luo.
Before entering Kongming Heaven, the two had likely reached some sort of agreement. They might even have possessed special tokens that allowed them to communicate with one another...
Chen Fan licked his lips and drew the Cold Edge Sword.
"You are quite lucky. Within the Sacred Hall, you are the first person to witness my true strength."
Blood-red and golden light intertwined around him as the Cold Edge Sword in his hand swept an arc through the air.
"Eighth Form!"
Explosive power surged forth, and an indescribably Berserk force instantly detonated within Black Luo's Mind-Aspect World.
This was also Chen Fan's most powerful single-target move at this moment.
Even the tenth level of the Primordial Sword could not compare to it.
After witnessing Beiming attack Black God back then, Chen Fan had also gained considerable insight and improvement in his own Thirteen Forms.
The power of this strike had even surpassed the realm of Chen Fan's own swordsmanship.
Crack!
The surging power of sword qi exceeded the limits of Black Luo's Mind-Aspect World in the blink of an eye. The sweeping sword light then shot toward Black Luo, whose face was blank with shock.
Black Luo's expression changed drastically. A layer of black mist abruptly spread around him, transforming in an instant into the shape of a gigantic egg that