“Let’s go for it!” Shen Ming shouted angrily as he summoned a Snow Bear demon spirit.
However, just as his body started to transform, a loud thud echoed as Lu Piao's fist slammed into Shen Ming's abdomen.
Shen Ming immediately doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach and gasping as if he might vomit his insides out.
Despite holding a relatively high position in the Divine Sacred Family, Shen Ming was merely an elder in charge of affairs and had never excelled in combat.
His cultivation level was barely at the Silver rank, making him easy prey for Lu Piao, who knocked him flat.
In no time, all the people on Shen Ming's side lay scattered across the ground, defeated.
The Spirit Puppet fluttered up, landing on Nie Li's shoulder.
The ease with which Nie Li and his companions emerged victorious hinged largely on this Spirit Puppet, which had subdued three Gold rank fighters.
Otherwise, the battle might have dragged on for much longer.
“What should we do with these people, Nie Li?” Lu Piao asked, stepping on Shen Ming’s head and looking up at Nie Li.
“Let me go! If you dare to kill me, our Divine Sacred Family will never spare you!” Shen Ming struggled in vain, feeling the humiliation of being treated this way.