Inside the bronze mirror, Wang Quan was dumbfounded.
He had thought that once the duel began, the spear-wielding youth would immediately lock onto his position and come charging ferociously at him.
Instead...
With three heads and six eyes, his opponent looked every which way, yet could not see him.
The beams shooting from his eyes clearly shone on the bronze mirror where Wang Quan was, yet they could not even see through the deflection and illusion spells he had cast.
Could it be that he doesn't know any spells at all?
Such dazzling eye beams, yet they can't even see through spells I cast offhand?
Are all the so-called monstrous prodigies of the Heavenly World like this?
Or-did they deliberately find a weakling to lull me into complacency?
Is the real powerhouse actually hidden in this fellow's eye beams, and has he already silently broken through my many defenses to attack my true body?
In an instant, Wang Quan was horrified and spewed out Dharma power again.
This time, he unleashed over a hundred defensive, deceptive, and death-substitution divine abilities in one go.
The real opponent can break through my spells silently, but there's absolutely no way he can break through divine abilities without a sound.
He linked the hundred-plus divine abilities together through a special method.
As the many divine abilities circulated, he believed that even if a Primordial Spirit Dharma Form Cultivator unraveled or passed through them, he would sense it.
One breath...
The spells showed no reaction, and the divine abilities remained unruffled.
The long-haired youth's eyes still swept about like searchlights.
Three breaths...
Inside the bronze mirror, Wang Quan sat upright, his expression solemn.
He had dueled members of the Madmen and witnessed their methods.
He knew these madmen's secret arts were no worse than spells