An Hun frowned, coldly gazing at the young man opposite him, increasingly realizing the terrifying genius of this youth.
If he allowed this guy to grow, then his revenge would never be fulfilled.
This young man possesses talents unlike anyone else. Given time, not just this small Chen Dynasty, but perhaps even the entire Xuanwu Continent would have to bow beneath his feet.
Ling Xiao also slightly furrowed his brows, not expecting An Hun to withstand his Night Demon Flower.
Frankly speaking, it was still because his cultivation level was lacking. Otherwise, the power of the Night Demon Flower would be far greater.
Not to mention a third level Ghost Gate, even thirty levels would turn to ashes.
The Night Demon Flower consumes too much inner strength and cannot be used frequently.
Ling Xiao couldn't help but sigh a little.
But it didn't matter, because he didn't expect this move alone to be able to take down the formidable An Hun.
