CLANG! CLANG!
Mó Zūn's gaze slowly shifted.
It locked onto Bai Zihan.
Gone was the disbelief.
Gone was the momentary shock.
What replaced it was something far sinister.
A killing intent so dense it leaked out unconsciously.
Bai Zihan wasn't just a potential genius anymore—he was already a great threat.
At the Spirit Severing Realm, he had slaughtered three Great Ascension Demonic Elders.
(And if he's allowed to grow…)
Mó Zūn's eyes narrowed to slits.
There was a hundred percent guarantee that he would become a threat that even he and the other Demonic Immortals might not be able to handle.
In that instant, Mó Zūn made his decision.
Killing Bai Zihan was no longer optional.
It was imperative.
His saber hummed softly as Demonic Qi gathered beneath his feet.
The space around him twisted.
Then—
He took a step forward.
The movement was subtle.
But Bai Chu noticed immediately.
"You think I won't see that?"
