At the touch of his fingers, the gold, silver, and bronze artifacts were like phantoms, as though they did not exist.
Chu Qing fell silent.
"An illusory world, yet it refuses to give me even an illusory benefit?"
"This illusory world is afraid it won't do!"
Chu Qing sighed.
Bored, he watched Zuo Qianqiu fight the bald youth over three meters tall.
Zuo Qianqiu was formidable. The Black Blade whirled through the air, its saber light dazzling as enormous saber wheels spun, seeming capable of cutting through anything.
"He's far stronger than Zuo Yan."
This strength was not merely the power of physique and bloodline, but also his techniques.
With the same techniques, he could spot Zuo Yan's weaknesses.
Yet he could not see any weakness in Zuo Qianqiu.
Moreover:
Zuo Qianqiu clearly possessed far more secret-transmission saber techniques.
And every single one was top-tier.
He then observed the bald youth.
This bald youth, over three meters tall, resembled a Little Giant.
He looked bloated, like a huge stupid bear.
But in truth, he was incredibly fast, not the least bit slower than Zuo Qianqiu.
In fact, when it came to shifting and maneuvering within a small area, he was even faster than Zuo Qianqiu.
Unfortunately:
The bald youth had no divine weapon.
He did not dare clash head-on with Zuo Qianqiu.
He merely shifted and maneuvered, fighting Zuo Qianqiu the same way Chu Qing had once worn Wan Lijian to death.
The two fought with extraordinary momentum.
The space around them vaguely twisted, collapsed, and shattered.
From time to time, the real world could be seen.
One hour...
Three hours...
Five hours...
Who knew how long passed before the two combatants actually blew apart this illusory world.
Crash!
Chu Qing returned to reality once more.
At this moment:
Zuo