It shuddered in agony, its body wracked by intense pain and poison.
The Sub-Insect's voice trembled. "D-Dharma Protector! Zhao Ci and the girl from the Kan Family... their strength far exceeded our expectations! There was nothing I could do!"
"Strong?"
Huangfu Song let out a humorless laugh. "A brat who's just started Body Refining and a little girl who's never been in a real fight. How strong could they possibly be?"
The Sub-Insect, on the verge of tears, squeezed out five trembling words: "First-Grade Flesh Soul... Celestial Demon Body!"
"What!"
Huangfu Song shot to his feet, his anger boiling over. "Bullshit! You'd make up any ridiculous lie to save your own skin!"
A First-Grade Flesh Soul!
In the thousand-year history of the Great Yu, you could count the number of people who achieved a First-Grade Flesh Soul on one hand.
