I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes had already realized the situation on the scene, but she felt even more anxious and helpless.

She was quite powerful, but she was proficient in other areas. She was completely clueless about this kind of profound and bizarre mental illusion, let alone able to help.

Rushing into the battle might not only fail to help, but could also interfere with Zhang Yangqing's spellcasting, causing the illusion spell to be broken.

He was even killed by Yin Kui's indiscriminate attacks when he was in a berserk state and possessed terrifying strength!
She could only watch from afar, her heart pounding in her throat, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

This put the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes in a dilemma. She hoped Zhang Yangqing would win because she would gain some benefits, since the stronger her teammates were, the safer she would be.

But she also hoped Zhang Yangqing would lose, because if Zhang Yangqing died, she would no longer be controlled by anyone, and the death mark Zhang Yangqing had planted on her would disappear.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing, whose lips were stained with blood, showed no pain or anxiety on his face. Instead, a cold and satisfied smile slowly appeared on his face.

Because every second that is delayed increases his chances of winning!
Yin Kui's overconfident calculations and experience in the illusion led to a fatal misconception!

He believed that Zhang Yangqing was consuming his own energy to maintain such intense illusions and attacks, and that as long as he could hold out until Zhang Yangqing was exhausted, he could turn the tide.

But he forgot, or rather, he didn't know, that Zhang Yangqing's essence was not that of a pure human cultivator, but rather a "strange" being endowed with special properties by the rules!
One of the most terrifying abilities of the Weird is "contamination" and "erosion"!
While activating the Golden and Silver Demon Eyes illusion technique, Zhang Yangqing had already subtly mixed his "strange," formless, and omnipresent "polluting power" into the air and mist that were already turbulent due to the battle and filled with chaotic energy!
This pollution is a slow and deadly poison for living beings, especially for the Hidden Race who rely on pure energy and powerful bodies!

It is like a malignant tumor that clings to the bone, silently eroding the target's physical vitality, energy purity, and even mental resilience, making it weak, sluggish, and full of flaws without its knowledge!
Yin Kui is now panting heavily, which means he has inhaled even more pollution.

In a normal battle, given Yin Kui's keen perception and powerful strength at the initial Saint Realm, if he sensed that something was wrong with his condition and he felt inexplicably weak, he would immediately choose to leave the battlefield, flee thousands of miles away, and then slowly dispel the abnormal state.

By then, Zhang Yangqing wouldn't be able to catch up even if he wanted to; those of higher rank would try to escape, while those of lower rank would be hard to keep.

So why did Zhang Yangqing go to such lengths to provoke Yin Kui? Why did he use such an almost insulting method to provoke him?

The purpose was to incite Yin Kui's rage and make him determined to kill him on the spot!

The goal is to keep him firmly "nailed" here, giving him no chance to leave the battlefield, think calmly, or realize that he is in an abnormal state!

To further lull Yin Kui into a false sense of security, Zhang Yangqing even played a little psychological trick within the illusion.

He deliberately "enhanced" Yin Kui's attributes in the illusion!
This made Yin Kui feel in the illusion that he was still full of energy, powerful, and quick-witted, without being weakened in any way.

In reality, his true senses and bodily feedback had already begun to show delays and errors under the influence of pollution, but these were cleverly "shielded" and "corrected" by the illusion.

This is the seemingly risky and crazy, but actually intricately linked and deadly trap that Zhang Yangqing meticulously arranged for Yin Kui, this proud and hidden prodigy!

The weak can overcome the strong by brute force.

By leveraging information asymmetry, psychological warfare, environmental factors, and one's own unique advantages, the enemy is lured into a pre-planned battlefield. Using the most suitable methods, the enemy's advantages are gradually worn down, their weaknesses are amplified, and a final, decisive victory is achieved!

At this moment, Yin Kui was still immersed in the tactical thinking of "wearing down the opponent and waiting for a counterattack," completely unaware that he was like a moth caught in a spider web. The more he struggled, the tighter the threads wrapped around him became, and the deeper the toxins were injected into his body.

He was not facing a reckless genius attempting a challenge beyond his level, but a hunter in human skin, skilled in calculation, and with unpredictable methods! The balance of victory had already begun to tilt irreversibly toward the hunter the moment Zhang Yangqing revealed that cold smile.

Time passes minute by minute.

For Zhang Yangqing, who was used to quick battles, this was indeed a rare, protracted battle that required patience and precise control.

A tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air, and even the distant mist seemed to freeze.

Yin Kui was the first to show signs of distress, or rather, the first to demonstrate a desire to break free.

Within the illusion, the endless rain of golden and silver demonic beams seemed to have thinned out, and their power had diminished. A glint flashed in Yin Kui's eyes; he seized this opportunity!
"drink!"

He let out a low roar, and his whole body shone with silver light, as if a small silver sun had exploded in the darkness!

The unique physical energy and blood of the Hidden Clan, honed to the extreme, suddenly erupted, combined with his years of painstaking cultivation of the Mind Concentration and Meditation Secret Technique, forming an unstoppable torrent that forcefully assaulted the barrier of the illusion!
"Click. Click."

It was as if the sound of shattering glass echoed in his mind.

The darkness, the demonic eyes, the beams of light—all the illusions receded like the tide, and vision returned to clarity.

He saw Zhang Yangqing standing right in front of him, still in the same spot, his eyes bleeding but his face expressionless. He saw the real forest ruins around him and felt the cracked ground beneath his feet.

Yin Kui was breathing heavily, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his chest heaved.

The intense dodging and resistance he had just experienced in the illusion had exhausted a great deal of his physical and mental strength.

But at this moment, a sense of exhilaration at breaking free from constraints and regaining control, along with the pride of a victor, quickly welled up in my heart.

He straightened up, wiped away the trace of blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth from forcibly breaking the illusion, and looked at Zhang Yangqing with the same condescending scrutiny that had returned, but now with a hint of recognition for a worthy opponent and a trace of pity that said, "You have ultimately lost."

“I admit it,” Yin Kui said, his voice slightly hoarse from exhaustion, but his arrogance only increased. “You are the strongest Celestial Realm cultivator I have ever seen. Your illusionary skills even surpass many Soul Clan cultivators in the Initial Saint Realm. To be able to force me to this point, you have every reason to be proud.”

He raised his head slightly, as if to pronounce a verdict: "However, your level has reached its limit. You chose the wrong opponent."

In Yin Kui's view, Zhang Yangqing was an absolute genius, one in a million, with the ability to challenge those above him.

If he had challenged another ordinary, or even slightly stronger, initial Saint Realm expert today, he would likely have already won, given his strange and powerful illusion technique and mental strength.

Unfortunately, he encountered himself, the leader of the younger generation of the Hidden Clan, whose bloodline had returned to its ancestral form, whose body had been tempered by dragon blood, and whose strength was enough to rival a half-saint! This is fate!
He could almost see Zhang Yangqing collapsing from exhaustion, being crushed to death by him with a casual gesture.

Yin Kui also has the means to act arrogantly.

However, faced with Yin Kui's triumphant declaration, Zhang Yangqing simply raised his hand slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his eye with his sleeve, and then let out a long, seemingly relieved sigh. (End of Chapter)