The uncontrollable Feng Wuchen had lost all reason.
"Don't you understand yet? You're too weak!"
Shaosiming shook his head, in his eyes, Feng Wuchen was ridiculously stupid.
"Knowing you cannot win, you insist on a death wish. That's stupidity!"
"I really don't get it, with such weak strength, where do you get the urge to seek death?"
The colder Shaosiming spoke, the icier his breath became, as if plunging people into the eighteenth layer of hell.
"Buzz buzz!"
At Feng Wuchen's brow, a golden light burst forth, the Dragon Mark flickered, and the domineering power of the Martial Soul spread out, repairing the space it passed through, and tearing hundreds of spiderweb-like cracks.
"Dragon Soul?" Shaosiming's expression shifted slightly.
"Devour!"
Feng Wuchen let out a fierce roar, and the overpowering force of devourment swept out wildly.
Feng Wuchen actually planned to forcibly devour Shaosiming's power!
But it was simply impossible!