Thwack, thwack, thwack!
In the midst of the downpour, a round of applause came through the rain.
"Brilliant, just brilliant. Worthy of Brother Pei, your strength is truly formidable. You dealt with those Purple Mist Sect disciples so easily."
Standing atop the head of the thousand-hand centipede, Su Jie narrowed his eyes and clapped his hands.
"I thought you wouldn't dare to show yourself. Do you think you have a chance to defeat me because my spiritual power is greatly depleted? Haha, you overestimate those pieces of trash. The reason I engaged the Purple Mist Sect to act on my behalf is because I'm confident I can handle them."
Pei Haibing turned around and showed some surprise in his eyes upon seeing Su Jie appear.
He had thought that after witnessing the battle just now, Su Jie would most likely be scared off.
However, as soon as he recognized the thousand-hand centipede beneath Su Jie, his gaze turned solemn, and he understood the source of Su Jie's confidence.
