Mu Bai chuckled and spread his arms as though welcoming an old friend into an embrace. Zhan Hong gave a disdainful laugh and moved to embrace him too.
"Elder Mu, you really are amusing." A vicious gleam appeared on Zhan Hong's face as he whispered into Mu Bai's ear, "Waiting for me-isn't that just waiting to die? Ah! Let go of me..."
Mu Bai held Zhan Hong in an affectionate embrace, a smile at his lips, only to abruptly activate his transformation. He squeezed Zhan Hong hard against his chest, then drove his knee heavily into his crotch.
"Ah! You little bastard!"
"Sorry, Elder Zhan. Since I've already killed your disciples, don't expect to have any sons either..."
"Die!"
Zhan Hong gritted his teeth and roared. Enduring the excruciating pain in his crotch, he sent a golden Sword Beam slashing out from the Crown of the Head, straight toward Mu Bai's Crown of the Head.
At such close quarters, Mu Bai could hardly dodge, but he activated his Metal-Origin Thick Shield even faster. He summoned it directly into Zhan Hong's face, and the Golden Sword's radiance exploded before it could emerge from his Crown of the Head.
"Heh, Elder Zhan, why are you blowing up your own Divine Palace?"
The Metal-Origin Thick Shield withdrew, revealing Zhan Hong's half-shattered face. Even the Divine Sea within his Divine Palace was visible, heaving with towering waves from the explosion.
With his Divine Palace blasted open, Zhan Hong's formidable mental power suffered severe damage. He also had to divert some of his power into a light screen to patch the breach, throwing him into a frantic scramble.
"Don't rush, Elder Zhan. I'll give you ten breaths to steady your mind."
"You! How despicable..."
"I'm despicable? How about I give you my Mustard Seed Bag