Upon hearing these words, Hu Song's anger surged immediately, his face flushed red, and for a moment, he forgot fear, actively launching an attack at Li Zhirui.
"That's more like it."
Li Zhirui chuckled softly, summoning a water shield in front of him.
Bam!
A mighty force erupted from within Hu Song, sending water splashing everywhere, yet there remained a thin layer of water light blocking its advance.
"It seems your strength is just so."
Li Zhirui was quite disappointed; he originally thought provoking the opponent would bring him some pressure, but it seemed that this mid-stage Individual Immortal water devil couldn't do that.
Or perhaps, under the blessing of the Minor Thousand World, his strength far surpassed the opponent.
'If calculated this way, then to exert pressure on me, at least a late-stage Independent Immortal, or even a Human Immortal is needed?'
