Eleven Spirit Realm powerhouses joining forces, what unimaginable power that is, even Pei Xuanjing couldn't hope to win.
"Grandmaster Pei, don't delude yourself. How about conceding? We can let bygones be bygones!" Blood Slaughter Sovereign jeered from the side.
Among those present, if one wanted to discuss who harbored the greatest grudge against Pei Xuanjing, it was certainly him, a former Elder of the Blood Demon Sect.
Now, although he couldn't get his revenge, he didn't mind embarrassing the so-called number one person under heaven, since he's being so brazen.
Pei Xuanjing stood in the air, his clothes flapping in the wind. Upon hearing their words, he merely smiled faintly.
"Ladies, gentlemen," he addressed them coolly, "let's not waste more words. Let our strength do the talking!"
"If any one of you can withstand a single sword strike from me, I admit my loss!"
"May Buddha bless us, watch your words, Sir."
"Are you looking down on us?"
