"Hehe, how does the taste of despair feel?" Huan Niang playfully circled around Zhao Sheng twice, her perfect face utterly filled with malice.
At that moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly lowered his head, and when he lifted it again, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, and his expression became calm and fearless.
Seeing this, Huan Niang did not get angry but instead laughed. Over the past two thousand years, she had seen countless brave and unyielding Human Cultivators, but in the end, every one of them collapsed mentally in tears of agony, eventually becoming puppets in her hands.
"Little fellow, you seem to have something to rely on, which is why you are fearless. I am very curious as to what your reliance is. What just happened was only an appetizer; you have plenty of time to savor the terror of the Illusion Technique in the future."
Zhao Sheng remained silent.