Even An Jing's left hand, during the clash of swords, was ready to unleash the explosive power of Blast Fist with the Inch Strength technique. Every time he parried, his indestructible body tingled from the shock!
[Seems everyone underestimated you, An Xuan. If others are favored by the heavens, then your Martial Skills have already transcended, reaching the realm of the Immortal God... The feeling from you is indeed Subdue Evil!]
[The Divine Intention of the Heavenly Sword is entrusted to you!]
Holy Demon's Son's eyes spun in a chaotic dance, its sockets filled with layers of odd pupils swirling about. The inhuman gaze sought to simultaneously pierce through An Jing's flaws and mysteries from inside and out, front and back.
Holy Demon's Son felt utterly confident. Though Subdue Evil doubted the opponent could notice its presence, there was no doubt An Jing's abilities were formidable enough for it to chance upon the truth.
