With those words, Han Qianqian then looked at Su Yingxia and Zi Ei, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“Really?” Su Yingxia looked at Han Qianqian worriedly and murmured.
Han Qianqian smiled gently, “Of course.”
As far as his body was concerned, it was actually the most insecure game for Han Qianqian.
Although he did have all kinds of defences in his body, and for many people, that thing was simply an invincible fortress of defence, against that person, Han Qianqian’s heart was not at all clear.
Moreover, without his own true energy, he had no idea how much power those various defences could bring to bear.
The good thing was that the performance of the ministries did not disappoint Han Qianqian too much. After the baptism of the stone, the little black stick seemed to have changed from its previous weakness, and at least the aura often brought out the effect of a strange soldier that Han Qianqian needed it to bring.
The whole game went down without a hitch.
“This second game, I’ll have to rely on myself.” Han Qianqian said lightly in his heart, turning his head to look at the black shadow.
Su Yingxia and Ziyou, the two women, also knowingly got up and left Han Qianqian, standing at a distance.
The second game was the one in which Han Qianqian thought he had the most advantage, in which his divine sense was completely free to use his true strength, so that he was not weighed down by the wretched state of his body.
Although the man was bound to be even more fierce in the second round, Han Qianqian had his confidence.
The black shadow laughed and waved his hand, and at once, a glint of light flashed in Han Qianqian’s eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Han Qianqian’s eyes closed and he fell into a complete sleep.
When Han Qianqian opened his eyes again, the darkness in front of him had long disappeared.
All that was left was a white light.
In the white light, there was a middle-aged man, standing in mid-air, dressed in white, with the appearance of a gentleman, but with a long sword in his hand, and his sword brows locked under his handsome face, which seemed to indicate that he was like a god of war.
“Is this the image of the senior in his lifetime? He was also very handsome.” Han Qianqian smiled gently and slowly got up.
During this process, Han Qianqian did not remain idle, and with a slight movement in his hands, his body indeed floated up gently.
The most effective way to kill a divine sense is to set up a spatial illusion in which both sides’ divine senses are intertwined.
But there is an advantage to this: the power of divine sense is like being in a nightmare illusion, free to use its own skills, and although it looks illusory, divine sense recognises the fact that it is extinguished by the illusion.
Naturally, it will also die in it.
“Hmph, will there ever be a time when you were younger than I was?” He said in a cold voice.
“Looking at the appearance of the senior, he must be a god on one side, Han Qianqian dares to ask a name of the senior.”
“Name?” He laughed disdainfully, “Who are you to ask me my name?” He sighed and spoke in a slightly more peaceful tone, “A name is just an illusion, just like your body and mine that exists and disappears.”
“Now that my physical body is gone, what is the point of keeping my name in vain. Therefore, it is better not to mention it.”
As he spoke, he looked at Han Qianqian with interest, “Your divine sense can actually fly, it seems that you are not the waste you appear to be.”
Han Qianqian smiled gently and did not hide it, “My junior has some cultivation, but I just met with something and almost died at once, with all my meridians broken.”
Hearing this, he smiled fiercely, “No wonder you risked your life to enter this forbidden land of death, and no wonder your face and eyes oozed anticipation and excitement for today’s game from beginning to end.”
“What, young man, do you think that, with just this, you can stand up to me?”
Han Qianqian laughed, “Senior must say that I do not measure up to my own strength, but, as junior does not like to lie, I can only say, exactly!”