The power of the Golden Immortal's weapon was so strong that a True Immortal's weapon paled in comparison, let alone Feng Mian, who was merely a Heavenly Immortal, and not even as powerful as her True Immortal's combat ability.
Even just a burst of power from the round cauldron had sent Feng Mian and her Phoenix Feather flying, causing Feng Mian to sustain serious injuries.
"Of course, it is now, isn't it?"
Han Li walked towards Feng Mian with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face as he completed the sentence Feng Mian had left unfinished.
"You're setting me up?"
Feng Mian instantly realized that Han Li had seen through her little ruse. Han Li had turned the tables on her, and now she was truly injured, with her trump card exposed. Turning the tables now would be extremely difficult.
When on earth did this bastard gain control of this Golden Immortal's weapon?
"Finding out now? Too late, oh."