Li Su was taken aback, utterly baffled by the question. He froze for a moment, and a strange glint flashed deep in his eyes.
This guy... could he have mistaken Li Su's unusual performance for him possessing some kind of treasure?
Although he had been in a miserable state after breaking through to the Golden Core realm, Li Su's performance had undoubtedly been highly abnormal. He had withstood an Immortal's attacks several times.
Not to mention that earlier, while severely wounded, he had even killed a Yin God.
All of that might have given the other party the illusion that he possessed some special treasure.
Of course, it was also possible that the man was bluffing him, trying to trick him into coming out.
But that possibility was slim. There was simply no need.
All he needed to do was keep this area suppressed, then call for reinforcements. Li Su would have no choice but to break out of his shell. In fact, Li Su had already been preparing to do just that—to launch another bloody battle.
Therefore, the man's words were most likely not a trap.
Was he planning to treat Li Su like something that had slipped through the net, ready to be scooped up?
A tiger fallen onto the plains was bullied by dogs; a dragon stranded in the shallows was mocked by shrimp. A mere Yang God actually dared act so arrogantly? Later, Li Su would beat the shit out of him.
Scripture continued to flicker in his eyes, constantly being "studied" by him. Through repeated comprehension, he allowed it to be inscribed unceasingly into his divine consciousness, gradually taking shape within his sea of consciousness. He was cultivating—transforming the scriptures he had grasped into his own Dao laws, turning them into tangible patterns and engraving