From the fluctuations coming from deep in Star Swordlife’s cultivation base, and the way his face glowed, Yang Qi could see that he had ultimate faith in his own actions. His psychic scale was climbing, and he looked like the famous one man guarding a mountain pass, preventing ten thousand men from breaking through. From what Yang Qi could tell, he was about to achieve some sort of breakthrough.

He would obviously be more than happy to die multiple times as long as he stuck to his beliefs.

In fact, he would have died moments ago if Yang Qi hadn’t saved him. Of course, in his mind, he had temporarily converted Yang Qi to his cause and thus turned ill fortune to good luck, which only went to further his confidence and faith.

And now he was sinking into a frenzy. Without becoming a devil, one could not become a god.

“If you want to block me, go ahead,” Yang Qi said. “Let’s see if you have what it takes. In this world, logic and arguments are meaningless. The only thing that matters in the end is strength. Killing. Saving. You can do whatever you want as long as you’re strong enough. That goes...