Gu Li was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, after all. Even though that last kick had rearranged his facial features, he still clung to the last shred of a villain's pride. At least he was still alive!
Right now, his head was ringing and the world was spinning. It felt as if that kick had been powerful enough to scramble his brains.
'Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Was I ambushed by one of those senior or junior brothers from the Ghost Spirit Sect who's always coveted my body?'
It took several breaths for the nausea to finally subside a little. Gu Li struggled to lift his head. His gaze pierced through the lingering dust, and he finally got a clear look at the two culprits who had kicked him out of the sky and into the mud.
However, the moment he saw them clearly, the shock that hit him was even more powerful than the kick he'd just endured.
'Wait... where the hell did you two pop out from?!'
