After dealing with the aftermath of the previous six battles, Ke Qingliu was already well-versed in the process, and his actions became much quicker. As he temporarily detained the last fragment of the broken Inner World, he couldn't help but lament:
"Seniors, please be gentler next time. Even the rare treasures were blown to bits by you!"
"What do you know, kid? None of these people are weak. Who would hold back? If we did, we'd be the ones suffering in the end!"
Li Yuanli dismissed Ke's complaint, admonishing him,
"If these people hadn't been severely wounded in advance, even if we could win, we'd be battered too. Could we handle six or seven waves? We would've had to pack up and run after the first wave."
Ke Qingliu kept working, erasing the last Dao Trace, and sighed inwardly that ever since Ji Linyuan's rise, this old group started to push him around.
Indeed, strength is everything.
