Saying the Cruelest Words in the Calmest Tone

Saten Retsuka's face was filled with shock and horror, her exquisite features brimming with disbelief.

Was this really that good-for-nothing Yao Ji?

How could he be this strong?

Could it be that he had been pretending all along?

Saten Retsuka's heart could not calm down for a long time. No matter what, she could not believe the reality before her.

"Me? I'm Yao Ji, genuine and authentic!" Wang Teng said calmly. His serious expression made it impossible for anyone to imagine that he was talking nonsense.

Saten Retsuka took a deep breath. The facts were right before her, and she knew that disbelief was useless. Forcing herself to calm down, she asked, "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing much. I merely asked you for some information," Wang Teng said.

"Y-You used Mental Illusion on me just now!" Saten Retsuka cried in horror.

"It was only Mental Illusion, not some especially profound technique," Wang Teng said disdainfully.

"You!" Saten Retsuka felt humiliated. The Mental Illusion she had always been proud of had been dismissed by Wang Teng as worthless.

How could Mental Illusion not be a profound method?

When ordinary martial warriors encountered a Spiritual Mind Master, once the other party cast Mental Illusion, if their own Spirit Power was not strong enough, they would almost certainly lose.

In this regard, Spiritual Mind Masters held an enormous advantage.

Otherwise, she could never have bewitched Hong Peng and Murong Shan. They were Low-level War General geniuses, while she had only just entered the Quasi-War General Level. Her martial cultivation was far below theirs.

This showed that Mental Illusion was by no means an ordinary technique.

Yet she could not refute Wang Teng. Her confidence had already been shattered when Wang Teng broke through her mental defenses and caused her will to