"Yan, stand down."
Hu Liena reached out and stopped Yan.
She took a step forward, and her pale pink eyes instantly turned deep and unfathomable.
An invisible ripple of Spiritual Power spread out like a pink silk net, silently enveloping Han Yuchen.
Charm.
This was an innate skill of the fox martial soul.
There was no need to summon a soul ring. As long as their eyes met, it could instantly drag an opponent into an illusion. At best, it would leave them mentally dazed; at worst, turn them into an idiot.
"Little brother, talking too much isn't very likable."
Hu Liena's voice turned soft enough to melt bone, and Ma Hongjun, standing beside her, felt half his body go weak.
A flash of purple glinted in Tang San's eyes as he was about to intervene.
But Han Yuchen stopped him.
Han Yuchen simply stared straight at Hu Liena, a teasing curve rising at the corner of his lips.
Competing with me in Spiritual Power?
Competing in Spiritual Power with the forefather of soul play?
That was like challenging the Dragon King with a water pistol.
"Big sister, your eyes..."
Han Yuchen's voice was soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it. "You didn't wipe your eye gunk clean."
At that very instant.
Han Yuchen's originally black pupils suddenly turned a dazzling violet-gold.
It was not the purple of Tang San's Purple Demon Eye.
It was a deep violet that seemed to contain the birth and extinction of countless stars.
Boom!
In Hu Liena's vision, the young man before her suddenly vanished.
In his place was a vast, boundless universe of cold, dead silence.
And at the center of that starry sky, an unimaginably enormous eye slowly opened, gazing coldly upon her tiny fox form.
That