Faced with the nonstop chattering of the demon insect, Yi Chen's choice was simple, punch first!
Ask all the questions after the fight!
As a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, he keenly sensed something was amiss.
Because that demon insect was talking too much nonsense.
It even wanted to recite a poem for him.
Why not throw in a rap while at it?
Anything abnormal was a sign of demons at work.
The damned creature's first choice wasn't to run but to engage in a war of words with him, probably because its secret technique for hiding its presence needed time to recover.
In just a few words, Yi Chen had seen through the big bug.
"Taoist, you're seeking death!" The demon insect was clearly infuriated facing Yi Chen's punch enveloped in pale cyan Inner Qi.
If it weren't for the fact that it would fall into a thirty-second period of weakness after deactivating its secret technique, it, the mighty demon insect, wouldn't bother buying time with a junior in such an awkward manner.
