"This Qingyang Zi's Qi Power rivals mine, fine, but even his Divine Soul Endowment is this powerful, unaffected by my Emperor Soul Suppression Melody, and he reacted so quickly."
"No, I must say a few more lines to erode his consciousness. Whether we negotiate or fight afterward, the initiative will remain in my hands."
Just as Huangfu Song opened his mouth, planning to say something more, his body suddenly froze.
He met Luo Chen's eyes.
Deep as an abyss, cold as ice.
In a daze, illusions seemed to manifest within his Sea of Consciousness.
"Illusion Technique!"
A thread of purple light emerged from his chest, shielding him from Luo Chen's gaze.
Huangfu Song's heart relaxed slightly; fortunately, he had the Magic Item left by the Nascent Soul Ancestor, capable of resisting illusions below the Nascent Soul level.
Such shallow Divine Soul Attacks were merely superficial distractions under the protection of that Magic Item.
