At that moment, a man in a patch-covered robe landed atop the frame of the North Heaven Gate. Looking down at Wang Jing, he laughed. "Interesting. A rookie who just ascended actually dodged my blade."
"Your Excellency is being rather ruthless. I only just ascended to the Immortal Realm and have yet to join the Immortal Court. It could be said that I bear no grudge against you, so why strike at me so viciously?" Wang Jing asked in a low voice.
The man froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Wang Jing asked, confused.
The man had nearly finished laughing, but Wang Jing's question made him laugh again.
What was so funny?
Of course, Wang Jing himself was funny.
Did Wang Jing think this was some gang conflict?
They had come to loot resources and squeeze every valuable thing dry from this world. No matter who Wang Jing was, in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he was merely livestock on two legs.
Suddenly, Wang Jing turned and ran. Just as the man was about to give chase, Wang Jing abruptly spun around and attacked from a strange angle.
"Bold!"
Seeing Wang Jing's fist coming at him, the man immediately slashed out with his blade.
But Wang Jing changed direction again, tapping the air several times with his feet before abruptly ricocheting to the other side and punching the man in the cheek.
For that moment, both sides fell silent.
The man had never expected to be struck by a minor character who had only just ascended and was merely around Level 80. Wang Jing, meanwhile, had not expected his punch to fail to break through the man's defenses. Instead, the recoil from striking the man's face made his fist ache faintly.