Shang Qisheng, though already dead, still had his eyes open, pupils dilated, his face wearing an expression of disbelief and confusion.
Zhou Youqi subconsciously looked down.
In the gradually dilating pupils of Shang Qisheng, he could see his own reflection, marked by shock.
"Hiss..."
He felt a chill crawling up his spine.
Shang Qisheng was a third-step powerhouse of Heavenly Deceit, and he was also at the same level.
Even with the Immortal Mountain Cultivation Technique and a profound heritage, his actual combat strength was only slightly stronger than Shang Qisheng's, but not by much.
But now.
A high master of the same realm.
Merely a look in the eyes, and he was scared to death, reduced to a corpse.
Damn!
Did it have to be this frightening?
He had only thought to squeeze a soft persimmon; why had such a formidable deity sprung up?
Zhou Youqi's mind was in disarray. The speech he had prepared was now utterly useless.
He mustered his courage, slightly lifting his head.
