Jiangli almost burst out into a cold laugh. "You're young, yet your lies come effortlessly, not even batting an eye. With your abilities, if you could create these paper soldiers, would you be completely defenseless against me?"
From the first glance at this man, Jiangli had seen that something was off about him.
Nowadays, there weren't many people who could control paper soldiers. Even within Xuanmen, they could be counted on one's fingers.
Those with such talents might not be able to rival Jiangli, but they should at least have the strength to withstand one blow.
But this man had been utterly powerless from start to finish, his bones dull and his talent mediocre, devoid of any Spiritual Energy.
It was impossible for him to be the one who made the paper soldiers.
Hearing Jiangli's words, a flicker of fear and disturbance crossed the man's eyes, and a second later, he suddenly exploded into movement, propping himself up with his hands and turning to flee.
