"That hunchbacked senior was actually so strong?"
Qin Shaofeng and the others were all immensely shocked by the Western War God's confidence.
The Western War God smiled faintly and said, "You said it yourself—our world is merely a relic, a secret realm. But what you heard was still not enough. Our world is a world in its own right, one that exists between the real and the illusory."
Qin Shaofeng seemed to understand a little, yet his head was still full of question marks.
Gusu Hanxing and the others had experienced far less than he had, and were even more bewildered. Every sentence the Western War God spoke seemed to contain countless unanswered questions.
"Within our world, your cultivation has to endure the suppression of reality and illusion, but we may not," the Western War God said.
"That works too?"
Qin Shaofeng stared in utter disbelief.
"Why wouldn't it?"
The Western War God gave a soft laugh. "Otherwise, how do you think he dared to fight an eleventh-step peak expert?"
Qin Shaofeng fell silent again.
"But you needn't think too much about it. Not just anyone can unleash their full strength here. Apart from the imperial dynasty and a few slots in each city, no one else can do it at all. Otherwise, my cultivation would not be suppressed as well," the Western War God continued.
Hearing that even she could not wield her full strength, Qin Shaofeng felt slightly relieved.
Yet he could also hear from the Western War God's words that every city possessed its own formidable means. Unless absolutely necessary, they must never offend a city, much less become enemies with the imperial dynasty she had mentioned.
It sounded as though things were becoming more and more troublesome.
He simply did not know what exactly they were