Mo Qianji watched helplessly as Lin Xuan's attack plunged into his chest. He felt an intense cold and a searing heat flood his body at the same time, a sensation of being plunged into both ice and fire. But that was only the initial feeling. As for what came next, he would never know.
In the next moment, he lost consciousness. His last impression was of Lin Xuan's face, filled with murderous intent. In that final moment, he felt regret—regret for ever facing a monster like Lin Xuan.
'This power is just too terrifying,' he thought. 'I couldn't even react before he struck. Compared to his fight with Xiong Ba, Lin Xuan wasn't even using his full strength back then.'
This time, it was far, far too fast. By the time he sensed Lin Xuan's aura, it was already too late. But there are no second chances in this world. Mo Qianji had paid the price for his words!
THUD!
