On a street lashed by torrential rain, Xiang Weisha stood alone, rain washing over old wounds and fresh scars.
His back was straight, his feet like two wooden stakes driven into the ruins.
Opposite him, black qi roiled around the Profound Yin Sect's inner disciple in the downpour, hideous and terrifying.
Dozens of peripheral disciples stood behind him, weapons in hand, watching menacingly.
"Mortal Bane?" The leading inner disciple sneered. "With that mortal body of yours, you dare call yourself a bane?"
Xiang Weisha said nothing.
He planted his feet, lowered his hips, and held his hands loosely open as blood surged through his body.
The livestream's bullet comments flooded the screen, even more feverish than during his last fight with the black-robed man: "Here we go! Old Sha's finally taking on a Profound Yin Sect inner disciple head-on. Hopefully he won't return this fight. Steamroll them! Come on, Old Sha!"
"Over half a year of training wasn't wasted. Old Sha's presence now is more than a whole level above before."
"If that inner disciple's so capable, come try that in Monster World. So damn arrogant."
"A mortal taking on an immortal sect head-on. This is incredible!"
"The key is the mental growth in the reincarnation illusion. This is all building strength for his real body. Once Old Sha finishes this round, his real body's combat power is definitely going to skyrocket. Even the intensity of his pressure might increase drastically."
"Have you noticed how many supernatural beings have appeared in this city lately? Didn't Old Sha meet someone in a special uniform last time? Looks like the Officials have noticed these hidden sects."
Just then, the bullet comments suddenly stopped, and battle erupted.
The inner disciple raised his hand, and black qi turned into countless sharp arrows that shot