Yun Che was hurled back, battered and scorched in many places. He spat out a mouthful of blood, planted his great sword on the ground and straightened himself. Rising to his feet, he shook off his injuries and glared at me defiantly.
"Your little trick only has this much power? You want to kill me with just this?"
"Firstly, I never intended to kill you. What's wrong with you cultivators? Everything is kill or be killed. Why can't you resolve things peacefully?"
"Because the strong eat the weak! Only the strong are respected!"
