Although Li Rui was now merely a watchdog by the Saint Heir's side, even the slightest favor his master bestowed upon him granted him endless benefits—better even than the treatment he had received in the Nine-Star Sect. How could he not give his utmost effort?
"Chen Qingye, I admit you're the strongest Martial Spirit Realm cultivator I have ever seen. You're even stronger than the prodigies in my sect! It's just a pity you ran into me. Today, you will die," Li Rui said, panting heavily with a vicious tone.
Ye Qingchen curled his lip dismissively. "You've said that I would die today many times already. Am I not still alive and well? Stop wasting your breath. If that was your strongest attack, you won't be able to kill me."
