"An, you've lost."
The final Nether Technique descended, a dark red flame poised above the Clown's head, ready to completely sever the life of this member of the Nether Clan at a mere thought of Chidi's.
With a wretched smirk on his disheveled face, the Clown looked at his former teacher and said, "Teacher, thank you for your final guidance."
Chidi didn't speak. Indeed, she had wanted to test the current limit of this student during the fight, but that was all. Knowing she couldn't hold back, that was all she could do.
"Will she descend as a Nether God?"
"No, and I don't plan to teach her either."
Chidi spoke indifferently.
As a Red Robed High Priest, she knew better than anyone the price of descending as a Nether God, which was why she hadn't divulged this secret technique to You Ming.
However, upon hearing these words, the Clown suddenly stretched his mouth into a grin, and then a dark red light flew out from his body, aiming directly for You Ming.
