Chu Sheng picked up the Blood-colored Soul Banner, examined it briefly, and clicked his tongue. "I thought it was a Human Emperor Banner."
"Turns out it's just something for storing blood essence."
An Xi appeared behind Chu Sheng. Annoyed by his greedy expression, she said, "You're so afraid of dying. Aren't you worried this thing might have some nasty surprise left in it?"
"What could this thing possibly do?" Chu Sheng shrugged, speechless.
Every advancement in sequence brought a massive improvement in both the quality of mental power and the strength of the body.
Although Chu Sheng wasn't good at fighting, he wasn't worried about something from this sequence.
Even if Wang Meng's consciousness were hiding inside the Soul Banner, it couldn't hurt him. At most, he would have to put in a little effort to kill Wang Meng again.
That was how thoroughly Sequence Seven suppressed Sequence Eight in terms of mental power.
My level is higher than yours. Maybe I couldn't beat you in a straight fight using only sequence abilities, without relying on anything else. But if you try to challenge me on the level of mental power, you're practically begging to die.
Now that Wang Meng was dead and only the Blood-colored Soul Banner remained, no matter how powerful his tricks or how bizarre his sequence abilities had been, this thing was nothing but junk to Chu Sheng.
An Xi clearly understood that too, so she dropped the subject. Instead, she looked at the Soul Banner in Chu Sheng's hand and held out her own. "Give it to me."
"Here you go. Though I doubt you'll get much use out of it." As he spoke, Chu Sheng handed the Blood-colored Soul Banner back to An Xi.
The moment she took the Soul Banner, An Xi understood