"Why?"
Ulan couldn't help but ask a question.
They knew something must have changed, but they couldn't figure out how.
"How is that possible!"
The one with the worst expression was Bhaga. Even if you couldn't see his face clearly, you could tell something from his almost distorted tone.
"Why did you also cultivate the art of Qi Luck? And where did the enormous Qi Luck on your body come from? How could a human possibly achieve this!"
For the usually calm and collected Bhaga, this tone was almost like a roar.
This only shows that the shock he experienced before the sinking was far greater than he had imagined.
Shen Qian opened his eyes, a contemptuous smile returning to his lips. "The path of destiny, what's so difficult about it?"
Although Shen Qian spoke of it as if it were nothing, only he himself knew the hardships he actually faced.
Long ago, before sinking, I discovered that luck seemed to have other functions. In the Spirit Witch World, before sinking, I witnessed the attack methods of luck for the first time.
Before he was born, he had been thinking about how to control the invisible power of luck.
He also knew that the fortune he carried on his shoulders had reached a terrifying level; it was a huge treasure trove waiting to be unearthed.
Now, after his spiritual power broke through to the forbidden realm, at the critical moment of life and death, Shen Qian finally sensed something.
He cannot fully control his own destiny, but he can barely manage to manipulate it to influence the meteors that are also controlled by destiny.
Of course, Shen Qian's main confidence came from the system. Even if he made a mistake, the system, which had already witnessed the methods of the Spirit Witch Clan, would definitely be able to perfectly counter them.
However, in order not to reveal his true trump card, Shen Qian ultimately resisted the urge to summon the system and relied entirely on himself to withstand Bhaga's killing move without any major incident.
These unintentional moments of growth are all invaluable to Shen Qian.
"asshole!"
Poga was enraged by a casual remark made before sinking, but considering the presence of Ulan and the others, he was ultimately unable to do anything.
"I suddenly wish you could survive. If we do it again, I'll show you how truly terrifying the Path of Destiny is!"
After his failure, Bhaga left with a gloomy expression, uttered a single sentence, and vanished like mist.
Clap clap clap!
Applause rang out, and Ulan, shrouded in a black robe, said as if in admiration, "Shen Qian, you really surprised me. Four consecutive killing moves couldn't harm you..."
"Based on this alone, you are better than that sickly Ji Wen."
"I'm almost itching to take action."
Ulan chuckled, but ultimately made no move, only glancing at Zain, who seemed rather impatient beside him.
“Zain, I know that your Giant Spirit Clan harbors the deepest hatred for Shenqian, so I'll give you this opportunity.”
Of the eight people present, Zain, who was arguably the most murderous before Shen Qian, showed no mercy. His already eight-meter-tall body swelled up, reaching a height of twenty meters in the blink of an eye. Combined with his terrifying aura, he was like a god descending to earth.
"I will crush your bones bit by bit, making you regret not dying at the hands of someone else!"
Zain made no attempt to conceal his resentment. After his body swelled to its maximum size, he still stretched out his palm directly at Shen Qian from a distance of over a thousand meters.
His arms stretched longer and longer, and his hands grew larger and larger.
As the sinking approached, a gigantic hand, thousands of feet long, appeared between heaven and earth. The hand was as large as a mountain and, with a thunderous roar, it grabbed down towards the sinking area.
It has to be said that compared to Zahong and others whom Shenqian had fought, Zain, who was also a member of the Giant Spirit Clan, was more than ten times more terrifying!
This giant hand may seem ordinary, but it contains at least three different "Dao" principles. For an ordinary mid-stage Mountain and Sea Realm expert, the howling palm wind alone would be enough to seriously injure them.
But facing this incredibly powerful palm, Shen Qian didn't even raise his eyes.
He had already killed more than one genius of the Giant Spirit Clan, so he naturally knew where their fatal weakness lay.
Shen Qian slowly raised his head, and an invisible gun materialized out of thin air. Ignoring the vast distance, it pierced into Zain's brow before Zain's hand even arrived.
Mental attacks are far faster than physical attacks, a fact that was discovered before the sinking, but precisely because of this, mental attacks are exceptionally difficult to master.
The "Shadow Spear" move he learned from the Hundred Kings Hall alone would have taken him three years to master if he hadn't had the system with him.
Zain seemed to have no idea that Shen Qian had such a method. Caught off guard, the invisible shadow spear instantly pierced into Zain's brow.
Zain's body froze, and the large hand that had been enveloping him also stopped.
But soon, Zain's furrowed brows relaxed, and he seemed somewhat surprised, "You are also proficient in divine sense, no wonder so many of your people have died tragically at your hands!"
Seemingly understanding something, Zain quickly sneered, "Do you think I'm one of those trash? Although I'm not good at divine sense, I'm still a ninth-level Divine Realm expert..."
Before Zain could finish speaking, another invisible spear pierced his brow.
"you……"
Zain's expression finally changed, and his body trembled violently.
After being attacked by Shadow Spears twice in a row, even Zain, with his solid foundation, was finding it difficult to withstand the attack.
However, to Zain's horror, this was still not the end.
The third shadow spear has already arrived.
Zain's body began to sway, his face turned pale, and his once enormous hand began to grow longer and shorter.
Before Zain could even get a foothold, the fourth and fifth shadow spears came one after another.
"You bastard, ahhh!"
Zain roared in anger, but under intense pain, he had no choice but to withdraw the colossal hand that blotted out the sky.
Even Zain felt a sense of fear; his consciousness was beginning to be damaged, and if this continued, irreversible harm might occur.
"Before I sink, I will tear you to pieces!"
He was still shouting, but Zain had already turned around and fled directly towards the Fourth Heaven Gate.
Of the five who had already left, only Zain fled in panic; one can imagine the anger and shame he felt.
At this moment, only his loud roar could barely vent Zain's emotions.
With his head already spinning, Shen Qian watched Zain disappear, and could only sigh in regret.
Zain's injuries were definitely greater than they appeared. If there were no other people around, Shen Qian might even have been able to kill him outright.
Although the Giant Spirit Clan harbored the deepest hatred for Shenqian, it must be said that Zain was definitely the "easy target" among these eight.
"Three left..."
Shen Qian looked at the three people, including Wulan, who were somewhat taken aback.
"With eight of us working together, how could we possibly be unable to deal with a mere human?"
Duan Tianhong of the Southern Witch Clan snorted coldly, refusing to believe it, and with a wave of his hand, black mist filled the sky, instantly obscuring Shen Qian's figure.
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