When Yang Qi took the destiny of those disciples, the ground reacted violently, sending out snake-like roots bursting with killing intent and thrumming with a fiendish will as they tried to wrap around him and strike into his soul. Instantly, Yang Qi felt like he was in a boundless hell, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with armies of asuras fighting in deadly fashion everywhere.

Unfortunately, although that will could easily deal with most people, it was completely ineffective when up against Yang Qi. He really was like a lord of hell, so why would he possibly be afraid of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

Swish!

A sword nimbus flashed, and one of the roots dropped to the ground and tried to burrow away to safety.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Yang Qi growled, waving his hand. The primal-chaos vital energy in the area suddenly vanished, allowing him to simply reach out and grab the...