"That's not necessarily true." Another person retorted, "Haven't you seen battlefields before? Most people actually die from mutual slaughter, rather than sneak attacks."
"Those human race brats are nowhere near that strong. If they dare to appear in front of me, I will definitely slay them."
As soon as the words fell, a teasing voice sounded beside the two Nether Spirit Race cultivators.
"Since you are so strong, I must have to ask for your advice."
"Lin Feng from Five Villages Mountain, please give me some guidance." Around Lin Feng flew his flying swords, portraying a gentlemanly demeanor.
The faces of the two Nether Spirit Race cultivators turned green.
"How did you..."
Jingle!
A crisp bell sound rang out, seemingly insignificant sound waves directly tore apart one of the Nether Spirit Race cultivators.
The remaining one seemed to completely forget what he just said and turned to flee.
