Unexpectedly, the rustling poisonous insects on the ground all came to an abrupt halt, no longer advancing, and a few individual insects even started retreating, causing a slight disturbance among the massive insect army.
Shangjia Moti's face darkened as he knew precisely why the insects were retreating; under such strong, masculine energy, even if he brought out his cultivated Five Tiger Generals, they likely wouldn't last very long. He was a Gu refiner, and if the Gu insects were of no use, it meant that he was, figuratively speaking, laid out on a cutting board for someone to carve up at will.
He crushed a few of the insects that had retreated to his feet with his foot. Since even the seven-tailed centipede could be dealt with by this person, there was no use for these common insects.
"Who exactly are you?"
