บท 138: Conquering a Mountain

A silvery light flickered on Chu Feng’s forehead as he recovered with a godly momentum and incomparable resplendence. His whole person was enshrouded in prismatic divine light.

"Kill!"

He shouted as he took but a single step to charge forth, with some of the silvery light on his forehead shooting out. That was the purest form of psychic power, immolating the 15 centimeters long golden weasel.

It screamed miserably as it ran back to the old ancestor and disappeared into his head.

Boom!

Chu Feng followed up immediately with a strike of his fist, sending the old weasel flying with lacerations all over his blood-drenched body, very nearly disintegrating him in the process.

The Mount Pan ancestor, suffering from psychic backlash, was in excruciating pain. His miraculous trump card, which he gained after breaking his second shackle, was actually defeated and resulted in him suffering immense pain instead.