Guest of the Imperial City

"I have no idea where your confidence came from!" Li Ying shot Su Yu a look of sympathy. "I watched your fight while negotiating the ordeal. You have the strength of a middle-stage Prospective Deity at most.

"You probably can't survive more than one blow from my hands. Your preposterous confidence made me pity you indeed," he said.

Swish!

With a flicker of his remnant shadow, Li Ying's words still lingered in the air, but he had disappeared via teleportation.

When he emerged once again, his cold words resonated in Su Yu's ears. "Because you wouldn't even know how you die!" Li Ying said.

The divine energy of a late-stage Prospective Deity was gathered between his fingers. The purity of it was not far from that of the ordinary deities.

This time, Su Yu did not shy away via teleportation, but slowly extended his right palm, colliding with the finger powered by divine energy without even turning his head.