In the starry sky, only those two eternally burning suns remained, along with the empty void, illuminated a blazing white.
Bai He: "!!!"
The phantom of the Floating Net Heaven Starfield behind him abruptly dimmed and shook violently.
His own divine soul felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer. Blood rose in his throat, and he forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi.
"Fellow Daoist... impressive methods."
Bai He drew a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi. The look he gave Si Chen had already changed from grave to horrified.
Watching Bai He nearly cough up blood yet stubbornly maintain his composure, Si Chen felt a little... speechless.
If Bai He had confronted him head-on with the strength of an Immortal King, Si Chen might actually have had to take him seriously.
After all, his "human body" currently had its limits; he had not been tempering it for long.
Yet his opponent had chosen precisely this sort of "civil contest."
It was like...
A battle-hardened general leaving his vast armies unused and insisting on dragging you into a study to see whose calligraphy carried more "killing force."
A contest of divine souls?
Si Chen did not know what level his own divine soul counted as.
But it should have been higher than Bai He's.
He thought for a moment and decided he should still leave this Star Lord, whose attitude was quite agreeable, a little dignity.
So he spoke, very sincerely:
"Fellow Daoist Bai He, your play... is actually quite good."
Bai He: "..."
For the first time, he found the words "quite good" so grating.
Good? What was good about it?
That it had been vaporized in an instant?
He was silent for a while before picking up another black stone.
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