The Demon Phoenix's Demonic Thought shrieked in terror before its divine thought was effortlessly obliterated.
'Ugh… What in the world…?'
Jiang Jichen's Seven-Colored Divine Thought was stunned, never having imagined such an outcome.
'I thought I'd have to fight the Demon Phoenix's Demonic Thought for three hundred rounds. I figured I'd only be able to finish it off after a brutal, life-or-death battle that would leave me crippled. It's always been like that before! This was a Demonic Thought from the Demon Phoenix, after all. It was supposed to be powerful. It shouldn't have been so fragile, obliterated in a single instant. But now it seems this Demon Phoenix's Demonic Thought was just pathetically weak!'
Jiang Jichen found it hard to believe, almost impossible to accept.
It was like thinking your opponent was an unparalleled master.
You push yourself to the absolute limit, training to join the ranks of the peerless, and then you march out, armed to the teeth.
