746 Harvesting Seeds Sown In The Past

It only took a moment before Lou Cheng was surrounded by darkness, stuck in a cramped space where he couldn't dodge or escape. The lightning spawned and ceased endlessly, enveloping him. 

Everything was illusory and real at the same time. Along with it all came Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou's hands, hands that were about to grasp the victory.

Lou Cheng, who had just stopped his backward flight, knew that he could only remove the psychological pressure if he used the complete Nine Words Formula. Then, he would no longer be affected by the illusions, but would have to use his fists and legs to fend off the actual lightning and attacks. 

That would be very dangerous.

In that split second, he restrained his instincts and instead sought strength from his brewing inner strength and intent.

His parent's faces, wizened by age, and Yan Zheke's innocent, sleeping face came to his mind. It triggered his desire to protect.