“It always amazes me how small fries think that their petty tricks would kill me.”1

Ye Qing smirked in ridicule and disdain as he stared at the layers and layers of invisible hair surrounding him from all sides.0

His eyes slowly turned black as tar, and he tapped the space in front of him like he was knocking on the gate of heavens.0

Buzz…0

A strange vibration washed over the web of hair, shaking them a little like the wind. It looked like Ye Qing had done nothing at all, but the next moment, every strand of hair began snapping as if they were under great duress.0

The hair had snapped into two soundlessly in the real world, but inside Thousand Feet Inferior’s headspace? It was like a thunderstorm was brewing inside his head. Every time a strand of hair broke, a thunderclap would break out and stun his thoughts. When the rest of his hair snapped in unison, all he could hear was rumbling thunder.0

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