"Senior, are you really confident you can block a Divine Lord level attack?"
He couldn't help double-checking.
If he couldn't, then the plan to hunt a hundred Chaos Divine Spirits would have to be put on hold for now.
Qingyi smiled with confidence: "It's just a mere Divine Lord, relax. Even if this old man's strength is no longer at its peak, blocking a Divine Lord's attack is no big problem. If it were during my prime, I'd personally suppress a Divine Lord right in front of you.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this old man is only a defensive Holy Weapon; my strength is nothing to sneeze at."
As he spoke.
It was as if he suddenly remembered something, but his memories hadn't truly recovered; that feeling quickly vanished.
However.
Qingyi didn't care.
Whatever was meant to be remembered would eventually come back to him.
Having existed for countless years, he had long since learned to look past many things and not be overly attached.
Just like this time.
