"Duan Lang, do you still think you can defeat me now?"
Bai Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes. A dark golden light flashed across his gaze, and he spoke to Duan Lang in a calm tone.
It was merely an extremely ordinary sentence, yet it pierced through Duan Lang's chest like an arrow, making his entire being freeze in mid-air, the movements of his hands halted as well.
As Duan Lang paused, the black Primordial Spirit also stopped its movements, as if someone had pressed a stillness button for both of them.
Duan Lang stared at Bai Xiaofan, his mind replaying Bai Xiaofan's words.
Do you still think you can defeat me now?
Indeed!
All along, he had been full of confidence in himself, even when facing Bai Xiaofan without ever gaining any advantage, even when confronting Bai Xiaofan and being forced to use the Primordial Spirit, he still believed he could win.
Because he thought the gray Longsword formed with the artistic conception of slaughter was Bai Xiaofan's strongest killer move.
