"If you yourself are short of breath and lacking confidence, then you're even more useless."
The elites of the Soul Catching Sect were all lost overnight, and after the internal strife within the Sect, all that's left is but a few scattered remnants. This paper tiger banner no longer intimidates anyone.
What True Disciple? What descendants of Foundation Establishment Stage Elders? Now they're all just a joke.
Without strength, you amount to nothing.
"I admit I underestimated you, but unfortunately, in this world, it's ultimately strength that matters?"
"Kill you, and we are still the final winners..."
Li Mingqi's face turned icy cold, suddenly letting out a chilling laugh.
The aura around him surged, his cultivation at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer exuding a powerful presence. His magical artifact flying swords hovered nearby, ready to move at a command, and his followers were poised to take action.
