Qi Wuxiang?
Qin Shi's eyes widened. How had the other man gotten into his Sea of Consciousness?
The holy embryo, rising ever higher like a god or demon, frantically devoured his Mental Strength.
The black-haired young man grinned.
"I've been fighting that sinister, despicable little man, He Lanchán, for a long time.
"He's famous as a great Psionicist. It's only reasonable that I'd know a few ways to counter him, right?"
Qin Shi felt a chill in his heart. If He Lanchán felt like a stern, proud mountain towering into the heavens—lofty and imposing, enough to make one feel suffocated—
then this Four-Time Champion, whose life seemed perfect, as though he'd been born for the Martial Path, was like a being at the very top of the food chain, radiating immense pressure.
Qi Wuxiang showed no hostility or malice, yet Qin Shi still felt a bone-deep chill that seemed to come straight from his soul.
"He Lanchán's path was doomed to fail. Humans may be a powerful race, but their individual talents aren't particularly outstanding.
"Even with the secret art of the Seven Great Limits of the Physical Body, and nourishment from cosmic wonders, neither flesh nor spirit can break through to the 'divine level.'"
Qi Wuxiang seemed quite pleased, admiration showing in his eyes.
"Even if you opened all Seven Great Limits and manifested your heart, at most you'd attain combat strength approaching that of a Martial God.
"Kid, your body is perfect. It's practically a work of art, almost good enough to rival mine."
Qin Shi's mouth twitched.
Why were the two leaders of the First Generation Ten Prodigies both like this?
So all that praise of me was really just you admiring yourself?
"Master He has treated me very well."
Qin Shi scratched his head and put