Humm—
The moment his palm touched the hilt.
The entire Blood Sea Space seemed to tremble.
Immediately afterward.
Peng Qing discovered that some kind of suction seemed to have caught his palm. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not pull his hand away.
It was at that moment.
A terrifying consciousness rose from the saber.
A cold, cruel voice.
Instantly resounded throughout the Blood Sea Space.
"How many years has it been!"
"At last, my opportunity has come!"
"Hahahaha! At last, my opportunity has come!"
Those few simple words.
To Peng Qing, they sounded as though he stood amid thunder. Even his body, formed from Divine Sense, nearly scattered.
An overwhelming terror rose in his heart.
He could no longer keep his expression calm.
He wanted to speak.
But—
Peng Qing discovered that his entire body seemed to have been imprisoned. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not move an inch, nor could he even open his mouth to speak.
If, at this point.
He still failed to realize that an NPC had tricked him.
Then Peng Qing would have lived all those years for nothing.
What he had not expected, however.
Was that this supposed inheritance quest really was a trap.
For a moment.
Many thoughts crossed Peng Qing's mind, but he was not particularly afraid.
Although the inheritance quest was a trap and all his original plans had fallen through, at worst he might also pay the price of losing a level.
But that was all.
This loss.
Was something he could bear.
It was at that moment.
That terrifying consciousness surged straight into his mind.
Compared with that vast, abyssal consciousness, Peng Qing's Divine Sense was as feeble as a firefly. In an instant, it was engulfed and devoured completely.
It was at