Zheng Jia Ru was surprised that his punch hadn't shattered the opponent's bloody palm, while the person lurking in the shadows of the space rift was even more shocked by the strength displayed by these three young people. These ants he had once considered insignificant and easily crushed had now grown into beings he had to take seriously.
"Are you Pei Yan?" A deep and resonant voice eventually questioned from within the space rift.
"It's me. The three of us here are the remnants lucky enough not to have died by your hand that night! You didn't see me then, but you surely remember these two!" As Pei Yan spoke, Xia Yu and Zheng Jia Ru had already landed back on the ground, their heads held high, eyes gleaming with a combative spirit as they looked at the space rift.
