Astounded!
Shen Qiang stared blankly at the Flying Sword that had broken into four pieces and fallen to the ground, his mind filled with the image of a thread slicing the space into blocks.
Bizarre! Terrifyingly powerful!
Just as Shen Qiang was feeling shocked, he heard a crisp, young woman's voice admiring him, "Shen Qiang, you really do have enviable talent and abilities, but it's a pity you're such a fool. With such terrifying disaster-level abilities, being pressured by a Yin God Realm Sword Cultivator to this extent, tsk tsk, you really are exceptionally incompetent."
Was he being despised?
Shen Qiang was furious, "Who are you? Come out!"
The crisp female voice giggled, "Why? Planning to control an illness to strike back at me? I won't give you the chance to ambush me. As a girl, I cannot allow myself to be caught with a runny nose and pants down."
Shen Qiang took a deep breath, another deep breath, and yet another deep breath.
