Hating You?

The soul fragment was dumbstruck.

He was rather bewildered.

Even if Jiang He had overwhelmed two True Immortals and multiple Heavenly Immortals all by himself and displayed his frightening combat ability, the Immortal Fox had been surprised and fearful… but not this bewildered.

Twenty?

Don't you mean over two hundred?

Could he have heard it wrong?

At the moment, his remnant soul was shaped like an ethereal white fox with five tails, and it was leveling its eyes doubtfully at Jiang He. "Brother, you have cultivated to full-fledged Heavenly Immortal and condensed 108 Heavenly Immortal Dao, yet boast combat ability that could match Golden Immortals. How unbelievable—even the unparalleled prodigies fighting at the celestial battlefield are no match for you!"

"Eh?"