The longer Mo Chen looked at that face, the more familiar it seemed.
This was none other than Bai Weishuang, the disciple from his own intake whom he had always found so mysterious!
During the recruitment tournament, Bai Weishuang had even fought against him.
On the tournament platform, Bai Weishuang had wielded ice spells with supernatural mastery. Even his physical body had been exceptionally powerful. With such overwhelming strength, he had stood an excellent chance of taking first place.
However, the final match of each group had been held deep within the sect, with the elders personally watching, so there had been no way to learn the results.
Now, three inches in front of Bai Weishuang, a scale the size of two palms hovered in the air.
The scale brimmed with spiritual energy and continuously radiated dragon aura.
Mo Chen approached invisibly and swept his divine sense toward the scale again.
The power contained within it felt even more terrifying than Yan Hua had when he descended through possession. It even stirred fear in the depths of Mo Chen's soul.
Agony tore through his mind!
Mo Chen felt as though someone had churned up his sea of consciousness, and his whole body went limp.
This power struck across the intervening space, leaving Mo Chen unable to muster even the thought of resistance. Not only could he not withstand it, he would die on the spot.
"What spell is this?"
Was it Bai Weishuang's [Nayin Effect], or the Dragon Scale's ability?
Before Mo Chen could think further, he felt an equally powerful force erupt within his own body, canceling out the pressure.
Mo Chen was dumbfounded. How did that happen?
How could there be a power inside me that rivaled the Dragon Scale?
*Was it... the Curse Seal planted by the