A Conversation with Yue Guan
Fu Shiyan was not angry at Yue Guan's question.
His thoughts moved slightly, and as Soul Power circulated, the mist and light in front of Yue Guan quietly gathered and solidified.
An illusory figure wearing a simple and elegant green shirt, with a slender and straight body, slowly stepped out of the void and stood three steps in front of Yue Guan.
The face of this figure is not Fu Shiyan himself, but was carefully constructed by him using Void Reality Illusion Domain's power and combining it with the appearance of a certain celebrity in his past life memories.
His eyebrows were sparse, and there was a hint of indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked strange and strangely hard to dislike.
However, the appearance of this figure is tantamount to igniting the fuse of anger for Yue Guan at this moment!
The frustration and anger of being manipulated by illusions, having privacy peeked into, and being manipulated for a long time suddenly found a clearly visible outlet!
"You hidden rat! Die to me--!!!"
Yue Guan's eyes flashed fiercely, and without any hesitation, Soul Power, surging around him, burst out like a mountain torrent!
The dazzling golden light soared into the sky, illuminating him like a golden god of war!
"Ninth Soul Skill--The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is covered with wounds, the flowers have fallen and people are heartbroken!"
He screamed, his voice slightly distorted by the extreme anger!
Behind him, the huge shadow of Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed to the extreme in an instant. Immediately, countless huge golden chrysanthemum petals with sharp edges that condensed the terrifying Soul Power swept out like a storm, with a shrill sound of breaking through the sky, overwhelmingly bombarding the newly condensed Green-Robed Phantom!
This blow was a full-strength blow from Yue Guan in anger. It belonged to the peak power of level 95 Titled Douluo, which was enough to level a small hill!
However--
Faced with this horrific attack that was enough to turn any Soul Master below Soul Douluo into powder in an instant, Green-Robed Phantom didn't even flutter his clothes.
The frightening storm of golden petals, when it touched the area a few feet in front of him, seemed to penetrate an illusory water-moon mirror flower.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no roar of Soul Power collision.
Those petals containing the power of Destruction were like light passing through transparent glass, penetrating the phantom's body without any hindrance, then continued to fly forward, and finally dissipated in the mist of the mountain forest in the distance, without causing even a ripple.
The phantom still stood there quietly, as if Yue Guan's Ninth Soul Skill, which was enough to break mountains and crack rocks, was just an insignificant breeze.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Yue Guan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face was filled with disbelief.
He clearly felt that his Spirit Skill was indeed bombarded and hit the target, but the feedback felt like a full-strength punch hitting the empty space. The uncomfortable feeling of being weak and weak made his chest boil with blood.
Immediately, he continued to attack without believing in evil!
"Fifth Spirit Skill·Gathering of Cold Blossoms!"
"Sixth Spirit Skill·Golden Stamen Overflowing Rosy Clouds!"
"Seventh Spirit Skill·Martial Soul Avatar!"
Yue Guan looked like crazy, and the tyrannical Spirit Skill bombarded out without stopping. The golden chrysanthemum petals cut the mountain forest within a hundred feet into pieces, leaving a mess.
However, no matter how violent and tricky his attack was, the Green-Robed Phantom always stood there, as if it were in another parallel space. All the Soul Power and petals could only pass through his body in vain, unable to cause even the smallest damage to it.
Even the ground under his feet and the stone wall behind him were cracked and shattered in the aftermath of Yue Guan's attack. Only the small area where he was located was intact and spotless.
This feeling of absolute failure of power, this feeling of frustration that despite trying all one's strength but not even being able to touch the other party's clothes, made Yue Guan so angry that he almost vomited blood!
His face was livid, his chest was heaving violently, he pointed at the phantom, his fingers were trembling slightly and he said sharply, "You... what kind of magic is this?!"
Green-Robed Phantom finally took action.
He did not answer Yue Guan's question, but shook his head slightly, then slowly turned around, with his back to the crazy-looking Yue Guan, and walked slowly towards the fog in front of him that was confused by the aftermath of the attack.
As he walked, his calm but clear voice came slowly, directly ringing in Yue Guan's heart:
"Yue Guan Your Majesty, there is no need to get angry in a hurry."
"I don't mean any harm. Besides, here, your power can't do anything to me for the time being."
"Instead of wasting Soul Power in vain and getting angry, why not calm down for a while and sit down and have a chat?"
As his words fell, the surrounding environment that had been ravaged to pieces by Yue Guan Spirit Skill suddenly rippled like water waves.
The cracked earth healed silently, the crushed rocks rolled back and reorganized, and the diffuse smoke and dust and overflowing golden light quickly dissipated like the ebbing tide.
In just a few breaths, the scene has changed drastically!
Yue Guan found that he was no longer in that mountain forest, but standing on the top of an isolated peak!
The sea of clouds is rolling all around, and the mountains in the distance are like black clouds. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, they outline a winding and undulating outline, which is magnificent and desolate.
The top of the peak is as flat as a platform, and on the smooth rocky ground, an ancient stone table and two stone benches appeared at some point.
On the stone table, a set of elegant celadon tea sets were neatly placed. A small red clay stove was burning with a faint blue flame. White water vapor was rising from the copper spout on the stove, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
And Green-Robed Phantom was already sitting on one of the stone benches, reaching out to lift the copper kettle and pouring hot water into the two teacups.
The heat is steaming, and the aroma of tea spreads.
After Phantom finished doing this, he raised his eyes and looked at Yue Guan, who was still standing there with a face full of surprise. He pointed at the stone bench opposite, his movements were natural and casual, as if inviting an old friend to meet again after a long absence and said:
"Your Majesty, please sit down."
At the same time, Yue Guan caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye. The phantom of the gentle orange-haired woman who had been standing quietly not far away quietly shattered like a bubble, turned into little streams of light, and completely dissipated in the breeze and dusk on the peak, leaving no trace.
Yue Guan's heart suddenly became empty as the figure dissipated, and then was filled with a deeper sense of vigilance and a sense of powerlessness.
He understood it completely.
The person in front of me is really just an illusion formed by the other party's manipulation of this strange realm.
All his attacks seemed to be directed at him, but in fact they were all struck at the field itself, or in other words, at empty spaces.
As long as this field is not broken, as long as the other party is willing, countless such phantoms can be condensed at any time, but I... don't even know where his true body is.
Continuing to attack is meaningless except to waste Soul Power and show your own embarrassment and incompetence.