Clara let out a loud laugh, hearing Alex's reply. She laughed so hard that her stomach started hurting. "You are funny, really. No one has ever made me laugh in the last one hundred years."
"Interesting, what did you find funny? You think I have no capability to do that?"
"If you can flatten my sect in one attack, then I may believe you. You are strong, I admit that, but among immortals, I am categorized as a weak one.
And believe me, the strongest of us can be ten of me easily."
Ying Xue's ears perked up since this was the first time she heard this information. She always wondered in the past why the sects staying on the frontline didn't band together to take over the core region?
With their current strength, half of them should be more than enough. But now, hearing it from Clara, it seems things were not that simple.
"If I have eight people stronger than me, and they cannot be killed, do you think I can or cannot?"
