At this moment, He Jue's face was filled with terror.
That was right—from He Jue's initial confidence to the terror now written all over his face.
His attacks could not harm Jiang Chen at all. Even the mystic weapon in his hand had fallen into Jiang Chen's possession. This showed that Jiang Chen's strength far surpassed He Jue's.
And the fate of the defeated was death. How could He Jue not be afraid?
"Who exactly are you? You can't possibly be a Void Silence Realm, Seventh Level cultivator. Your cultivation is so much lower than mine—how can you be this strong?" He Jue asked, swallowing hard.
"Nothing is impossible. All right, I already let you strike first. Now it's my turn," Jiang Chen said calmly.
Hearing Jiang Chen's words, a chill rose in He Jue's heart.
Earlier, when Jiang Chen faced He Jue's attacks, many had thought that Jiang Chen would be unable to withstand them. Yet He Jue had been completely incapable of hurting him. Now, Jiang Chen remained unscathed, and everyone could see that Jiang Chen was far stronger than He Jue.
Grave expressions flickered across many faces.
This meant Jiang Chen would be a formidable competitor. Those weaker than him especially hoped they would not encounter Jiang Chen in the upcoming matches.
"No, Jiang Chen, how about we bury the hatchet? There's no deep-seated grudge between us. There's no need for us to fight to the death, right?" He Jue said.
His tone now carried a note of pleading, and he had lowered his stance completely.
There was none of his earlier arrogance left.
"That's right, there was never any deep-seated grudge between us. You were the one who provoked me first. I already gave you a chance, but you kept provoking me. So now I've accepted