“Alright!” Yang Qi said. “If you put it that way, then I'm not worried at all.” He had tossed out the bombshell about being able to cure heterogeneous true energy in the hopes of quickly winning the hearts of the people. If he could win over fifteen or twenty elder kings as sworn siblings, then even if the God Dragon Tribe really did try to make a move against him it wouldn’t be a sure thing. The Dao Defense League was gradually turning into an immense organization of its own, filled with powerful old-timers; some of them supported the unification, but some secretly denounced it.

“In that case, I’ll swear an oath right now,” Xie Wusuan said. “If you successfully heal me, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. If I go back on my word, let me die by heavenly tribulation.”

“Very well. Please, sit back and relax.” Yang Qi flew over to him, gathered some true energy in his palm, and turned it into the shape of a needle which he then plunged into Xie Wusuan.

The man instantly felt the streams of heterogeneous true energy within him going wild the way they usually did when they flared up and caused him intense pain. Beads of sweat popped out all over him...