“Wh… wh… wh…”0

Fugong was so shocked he couldn’t even get a word out. He could accept that Ye Qing had fully recovered from his injuries. His pride hurt at the thought that Ye Qing had become so strong that he could challenge him, but he could accept that as well. But how the hell did he brush off his Magia like it didn’t even exist?0

You can’t be human. You just can’t!0

His Magia had never failed him. Such was its power that even a Grandmaster would choose to avoid it. But now, it had failed to take effect on a Spirit Purifier. What the fuck was going on?!0

This time, Ye Qing couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Look at his stupid face. He has no idea that my luck is protected by the Profound Yellow Qi!0

As the owner of the Incense of Misfortune, he realized how the black “Fortune” words functioned as soon as they appeared. In fact, he could tell that they were even more potent than the Incense of Misfortune.0

If this was before he entered the Earthly Sovereign’s Coffin, then he...0