He Pi's entire body was in excruciating pain, and his life force, like a dam breaking, was rapidly draining away.
No!
I am He Pi. I still need to break through to the Eighth Grade. I want to become the City Lord. I can't possibly die.
I cannot die.
He Pi began to heal himself, even stuffing a handful of pills into his mouth.
The voices from the outside world could no longer reach He Pi.
...
He Pi was terrified.
But to others, it was simply unbelievable.
Gong Ling!
A Martial Artist who only reached the Sixth Grade through mysterious refinement actually attacked a Seventh Grade Martial Artist.
Who could believe it?
Not just the alien races, even Liu Yizhou and the others were full of shock.
It defied reason.
In theory, one should pick on the weaker ones.
A Seventh Grade, and not even the weakest among Seventh Grades, clearly does not fall into the category of an easy target.
A group of Sixth Grades looked at each other in disbelief.
