I Have Three Slots

Jiang Li's words reminded Han Chen of something.

He recalled a young man who had been very close to Yun Ling'er, whispering beside her earlobe.

Could it be... that man had found a way to break through?

Even Elder Duanmu Xi hadn't seen how he did it. How had that man figured it out?

Han Chen immediately looked toward the Yun family's viewing seats.

But after scanning the area, he still couldn't find Zhao Han.

He even looked around at all the spectators, but there was no sign of him.

Han Chen blankly returned to his seat, and in the end, he became utterly certain: it had to be that man!

With his strength, finding someone with distinctive features among the masses would have been easy, yet he couldn't find the man anywhere.

That meant the other party was stronger than him, perhaps even stronger than many family ancestors. It was no wonder he had seen through the flaws in Qi Xiu's true art.

"Inner cultivation ultimately can't compare to true arts. You've lost!"

Just as Han Chen was about to keep searching, the situation on the arena suddenly changed.

It turned out that Qi Xiu had relied on his rich, keen Gold Element True Qi, shifting seamlessly between offense and defense, along with powerful martial techniques, to overpower Yun Ling'er.

Yun Ling'er struggled to hold her ground, inwardly astonished.

That was because the Nightmare in her mind had warned her: that brat across from her had an old grandpa helping him!

The Nightmare was no simple creature, either.

It had once devoured the souls of countless powerful beings in Dreamscapes, building up an enormous storehouse of knowledge. Its analytical ability was even comparable to that of Nine Infant's nine heads and nine cores.

After carefully teasing apart the clues,