Helian Qingshan felt amazing.
He felt so incredible it was indescribable, so ecstatic that words failed him.
It had been a strange psychological journey.
It started with looking down on his opponent, then discovering his foe was incomparably powerful and impossible to resist, which led to despair and terror…
And now, that opponent had finally died at his hands.
He had died at his hands in a very peculiar way.
The joy of escaping death, of surviving in the face of despair…
And the sense of accomplishment from using such a ruthless and decisive method to kill an enemy who had seemed invincible, all while hundreds of people watched…
All of it caused Helian Qingshan's heart to swell with pride and elation.
He had accomplished this using only two Third Grade Profound Artifacts. It sounded simple, but it was anything but.
On one hand, his expression and posture of terror had made his opponent believe he was in complete control, lowering his guard.
