Zheng Chepao was utterly stifled. A dignified vice captain of the Martial Cry Battle Team had been beaten into this state by a newcomer, and several team members who had followed him had even been killed. If word got out, he would have no face left to show anyone.
The moment his words fell, Jin Liwu froze. Several Martial Cry core members beside him froze as well.
Then someone could not help shouting, "Vice Captain Zheng, are you joking?"
"That little bastard from the Eastern Plains beat you into this state all by himself? Could he have concealed his cultivation realm? Has he already reached the Spirit Martial Stage?"
Everyone nodded. Just as Jin Liwu's first question had been...
How many people did Sikong Jing have with him to beat Zheng Chepao into this state and kill several of their team members?
"He really was alone, and he's only at the First Reverse Soul Realm. But his combat power is simply too bizarre and terrifying."
Zheng Chepao's face flushed crimson as he swiftly recounted how they had been beaten and killed. The more he spoke, the more stifled he felt.
But just then, someone stepped up and covered his forehead with a hand, asking, "Vice Captain Zheng, you don't have a fever either."
A second team member stepped forward and nodded heavily. "Exactly. A First Reverse Soul Realm cultivator beat you into this state? Isn't that absurd? Or did you mistake Yang Yi for Sikong Jing?"
If it had been Yang Yi, of course they would have believed it. But that little bastard from the Eastern Plains could never possibly do it.
"What I said is true..." Zheng Chepao swore to it repeatedly, giving every assurance that it was absolutely true.
Jin Liwu's expression finally grew solemn, though he still