As the elders hesitated, Elder Wan Hun's gaunt fingers suddenly froze in midair.
Black vapor churned in the depths of his eyes, thick as ink;
it was soul sense power refined over three hundred full years, bearing a bone-eroding chill as it pressed straight toward Qing Chen.
If this could be endured, what could not!
Such an insolent junior! Today, I will teach you a proper lesson! Fury burned in Elder Wan Hun's heart.
Proud as he was, how could he tolerate such a petty wretch running wild before him?
Without Golden Core strength, such divine sense power was difficult to detect; outsiders could not see this invisible clash at all.
Grand Elder Wan Hun intended to seize this opportunity to deal a crushing blow to Qing Chen's arrogance.
In an instant, the spiritual energy within the hall surged violently, and the candle flames shrank by half with a soft puff.
Qing Chen felt a sudden weight between his brows, as though an ice spike had been driven viciously into it, the pain unbearable.
That cold, sinister divine sense abruptly grew far stronger, carrying countless faint, fragmented wails, as though thousands upon thousands of resentful souls were tearing at his divine soul.
Damn it, this is one of Wan Hun's signature spells, a top-tier spell from the Thousand Souls, Ten Thousand Spirits Heart-Eroding Art-the Thousand Souls, Ten Thousand Spirits Mind-Seizing Art! Understanding dawned on Qing Chen.
"Just in time!" Qing Chen pressed his tongue against his palate and snapped his eyes wide open, brilliant light shooting from them.
Blood-red light flashed around him, and his Demon Seed Divine Sense, which spanned eighty li, erupted, actually condensing into an "illusory" blood-colored figure three inches tall in midair.
The little figure's features were identical to Qing Chen's, and thick blood mist shrouded