"This skill... was a little too overbearing."
Han Yuchen rubbed his head, which was still buzzing.
He raised his hand, and a metal fragment he had prepared long ago floated above his palm.
It was the wreckage of a level-five defensive Soul Tool, reinforced by Han Yuchen with the Power of Stars.
Now, the fragment was filled with an unfathomable aura. It was sure to fool their dear Crown Prince, "Xue Qinghe."
"The props are ready."
A weak smile tugged at Han Yuchen's lips, but his eyes were terrifyingly clear.
What came next was the real battle.
It was not a contest of Soul Power, but acting.
[Star Atlas] trembled faintly within his Sea of Consciousness.
An obscure ripple spread through his entire body.
His Soul Power, once rushing like a great river, was instantly forcefully drawn out by the atlas, compressed, and finally sealed deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
Under the atlas's disguise, his meridians appeared withered and severed.
His dantian was even emptier, like a deflated ball.
After finishing all this, Han Yuchen took a deep breath, then viciously bit through his tongue.
Blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
His face instantly turned paper-white.
Even his eyes became dull and unfocused.
Just then, the sharp sound of something tearing through the air came from the distance.
They were here.
Han Yuchen's fingers twitched slightly before falling limply onto the pile of rubble.
"Brother Han!"
An anxious, panicked cry rang out above the valley.
Several figures descended from the sky.
At their head was the Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, dressed in elegant golden robes.
Qian Renxue's control over her expression was flawless at this moment.
The shock, grief, and perfectly measured anger on her face were enough to win her an Oscar.
Following behind