"You shouldn't have spoken with me for so long," he said, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Originally, I hadn't fully taken control of this body, and you still had a sliver of hope for victory."
"But now, there is none."
"Not necessarily," Qin Chuan murmured.
In the next instant, the ominous expression on his face suddenly shifted.
His near-perfect body shuddered, and a lump of flesh sprouted from his chest.
Golden patterns blossomed, the mutation was immediately suppressed, but his expression became unprecedentedly grave.
"What... what have you done?!"
"Do you know, Lin Yue and I combined, we carry the fortune of twelve clans from the Heavenly Dome Rank over the past twenty thousand years," Qin Chuan said softly. "With so much fortune, some things that should have been impossible now have a chance of happening."
"For example, while you were focused on me during our conversation, you didn't even notice that a Third Rank player has appeared."
