On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Ye Han did not respond immediately.

Because he was also observing the blue eyes. He had seen many videos about blue eyes, but standing face to face with them in person felt different.

There was something chilling about those deep blue eyes.

Ye Han became more wary. He had watched many videos and knew that Ye Han was powerful, but he had never seen Ye Han use his full strength.

We must not act rashly before we have truly understood Blue Eyes' background.

Neither the dog talisman nor the horse talisman is completely complete; neither can guarantee that the victim will not die or be injured.

Although Ye Han currently has many trump cards, he can still die if he suffers a fatal injury.

The only advantage it has over blue eyes is its endless fighting ability.

The dragon talisman provides a continuous source of energy, while the horse talisman continuously repairs every tiny loss in his body, keeping his physical strength, energy, and endurance at a constant, undiminished level.

He can keep fighting as long as he wants.

Currently, Ye Han has chosen to first probe the true strength of Blue Eyes.

"I wasn't planning on hitting him at all," Ye Han said casually, shrugging. "He came over to me and offered to be hit. With all that 'Thousand Nets' and 'Sticky Bomb' stuff, the names of his moves were so catchy, wouldn't it be disrespectful if I didn't fight back?"

"Who knew he was so weak? He was killed in the blink of an eye. With this kind of strength, he still has the nerve to call himself Galaxy Eye."

As Ye Han said this, he kept observing Blue Eyes' expression.

He tried to read something from that composed face—anger, fear, or even a trace of concern about Inha's death.

But nothing could be seen; the blue-eyed man was simply floating in the void, holding a harp, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

This person either genuinely doesn't care about the lives of their subordinates, or they simply hide their emotions too deeply.

I couldn't glean anything from it.

"He can't hit you because you're fast and you dodge quickly. In my opinion, those are just skills for escaping," the blue-eyed man said indifferently.

"The ability to escape? You're right, escaping is indeed one of my abilities."

Ye Han readily admitted that he showed no signs of being provoked.

After spending five years on the Eight Extremes Star, the most important lesson he learned was to survive; living is more important than anything else.

Blue Eyes didn't continue, changing the subject: "Your skills always give me a familiar feeling. Tell me, who is your master?"

Ye Han's heart skipped a beat.

master.

When he heard the word from Blue Eyes, the first image that came to mind was a horse's face.

The fact that Blue Eyes could detect something amiss in his own attack pattern suggests that he might know Ma.

Before leaving, his master instructed him not to mention anything about him to anyone.

Regardless of the connection between Blue Eyes and his master, he would not reveal it.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I figured out these fighting techniques myself. If you're interested, I can teach you a move or two."

"Never mind, maybe I'm overthinking it. He's just a kid. Although I don't know why you're willing to help Ya Ya Luo, that's commendable courage."

There was a subtle hint of disappointment in his tone.

Blue-eyed man's right hand landed on the strings again and gently plucked them.

Ye Han had no time to react.

A sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot into his mind, as if a red-hot needle had pierced his temple and directly penetrated the core area of ​​his brain.

Ye Han suddenly clutched his head, veins bulging on his forehead, his teeth grinding together: "Oh no, it's some kind of mental attack!"

Immediately afterwards, the power of the sheep charm was automatically activated.

The ability to astral projection inherently possesses extremely strong mental resistance, making it immune to mental attacks. The demonic sound that surged into the mind instantly dissipated.

Ye Han shook his head, lowered his hand from his forehead, and his eyes regained their clarity.

"You've got some skill. There aren't many people who can escape my move." The blue-eyed man lifted his fingers from the strings.

Ye Han's anger flared up slightly.

Through a series of probing attacks, both psychological and indirect, this guy treated Ye Han like a junior he could manipulate at will, maintaining a condescending attitude from beginning to end.

We didn't see eye to eye, so I didn't bother arguing with him.

Eight Extremes Heaven, Fifth Form – Flowing Shadow.

Ye Han's figure split into three in the starry sky.

It's not a ghost image, nor an illusion, but rather a rapid switching between different locations, projecting three versions of oneself from different points in time onto the same screen simultaneously—all of them are real entities.

Three Ye Hans flew towards Blue Eyes in unison, surrounding him in a triangular formation.

One person unleashed a sword flash, unleashing multiple silver-white slashes from their fingertips, striking the blue-eyed man head-on.

One person unleashed the "Broken Sheath" technique, transforming into a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing it forward.

The last person's legs spun rapidly, transforming into a sharp disc that sliced ​​down from the side.

Blue Eyes watched Ye Han attack from three directions simultaneously. He plucked a chord on his harp with his right hand, and a circle of pale blue sound waves, visible to the naked eye, spread out in all directions from him, shooting towards the three of them.

Each sound wave contained terrifying energy, and the floating metal debris along the way was instantly pulverized after being swept by the sound waves.

Ye Han was prepared.

Eight Extremes Heaven, Fourth Form – Bloodstained Robe.

The body's energy condenses on the skin's surface, forming a high-density, hardened film that comprehensively enhances defense capabilities.

A crimson energy membrane covered his entire body, like a thin layer of blood-red clothing, making Ye Han's figure stand out clearly.

The three of them broke through the sound wave blockade at the same time.

The sound waves struck the blood-stained garment, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and scattering countless tiny sparks of energy, but the garment remained completely still.

Ye Han withstood the relentless onslaught, his speed briefly stalled before returning to full speed, breaking through layers of obstruction and simultaneously attacking Blue Eye from three different directions.

They're getting closer.

Three attacks landed simultaneously.

The sword flashed, shattered its sheath, and the blade thundered, all arriving at Blue Eyes' location in the same instant, precisely piercing his body.

The attacks hit simultaneously, but the tactile sensation in my hand was wrong; there was no dull resistance as if something had struck a solid object.

Then the blue-eyed figure twisted a few times and disappeared from the spot.

The three Ye Hans simultaneously stopped moving, each landing in a different location, their eyes rapidly scanning their surroundings.

"It's just creating clones, I can do that too." The blue-eyed voice rang out simultaneously from all directions.

As he played his harp, the surrounding void transformed.

One, ten, a hundred, thousands of blue-eyed figures were neatly arranged in the void, each holding the same harp and wearing the same robe.

Their numbers kept increasing, and they surrounded the area completely.

From the outside, it is impossible to tell which is real and which is fake.

"How was it? Did I play the music well?" All the blue-eyed people asked in unison, their voices overlapping to create a strange harmony.

"It sounds awful! I've never heard such awful noise in my life!" the three Ye Hans exclaimed in unison.

"I could just pick a piece of cotton and play it a few notes, and it would sound better than your playing."

"Your skill level is not even a hair's breadth above that of a proper musician."