"Ugh!"
In the quiet room, Zhao Sheng suddenly groaned, his face turning instantly pale.
He forcefully endured the agony of his spirit being torn apart and removed the God-slaying Pearl from his forehead.
Looking at the figure faintly visible within the Jade Pearl, Zhao Sheng's expression was slightly gloomy.
"Sigh, Yue Qinghan, oh Yue Qinghan! Giving me something I can't use, what exactly do you mean by this!"
Zhao Sheng couldn't help but lament before carelessly returning the God-slaying Pearl to his storage bag.
More than thirty years ago, during an encounter at Heavenly Pillar Mountain, he received the God-slaying Pearl from Yue Qinghan.
After all these years, each time his divine intent probed the interior of the Jade Pearl, he was met with the slash of sword light,
regardless of how he dodged, even if he used Bullet Time, he still couldn't avoid it for an instant.
