"Damn it, I..."
Before he could finish, the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master gripped the short blade in his hand again and stabbed fiercely, then yanked it free!
Then he kicked out.
The whole sequence flowed in one smooth motion.
The young man was sent flying, his heart suffering heavy damage at the same time.
He fell to the ground, coughing up blood and chunks of flesh.
As High-Level Lord Grade beings, they no longer had any so-called weaknesses or vital points.
Even Han Xing's Immortal Body could now reconstruct his flesh at will. He was not afraid of an enemy stabbing him through the heart.
However, the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master's short blade seemed to possess a special ability.
After striking the young man's heart, it inflicted extremely severe damage on his body, even preventing him from mobilizing Source Energy for a short time.
Han Xing watched everything from the shadows and sighed inwardly. Experience really does count for something.
"This clone was clearly created not long ago. Though he possesses the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master's memories, he has never truly experienced them himself. He's like some naive kid who has never seen the world and knows nothing of its dangers."
"He was completely played by the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master."
At the same time.
The old pavilion master slowly walked over to the young man and separated a strand of Shadow power, gradually lifting his body into mid-air.
Then he said indifferently, "As my clone, you actually want to break free and exist independently? You even want a life of your own?"
"What a joke!"
"Remember this: I created you so you could conquer that inheritance, then be devoured by me so I could take another step forward!"
"And now you dare resist me? You really don't know your