Fang Qingyuan's faintly crazed laughter echoed in Chunyu Hua's ears. The sound sparked a sudden thought within him.
'He can really kill me!'
The thought suddenly flooded Chunyu Hua's mind. Recalling Fang Qingyuan's recent Ten Linked Godslaying Stabs, he completely lost any confidence that he could have blocked them.
His entire perspective had shifted. If just a short while ago Chunyu Hua had been confident, proud, and certain of his victory, now—after Fang Qingyuan laid the facts bare—he was becoming terrified.
It was as if a basin of ice-cold water had been dumped over his head in the dead of winter. No longer thinking of victory, Chunyu Hua now began to wonder if he could truly defeat Fang Qingyuan, and if he should really waste his life in a place like this.
No!
'I'm a Divinity Transformation Descendant, of the direct bloodline! I'm still young, and I have a wonderful future ahead of me. I don't want to die.'
