The junior superintendent very nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. After making the difficult decision to go back on his word, he had ordered the attack on the sectlord of the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect and got his hands on Yang Qi. But now he felt like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, with nowhere to get a good grip. He couldn’t shatter Yang Qi’s heart, couldn’t harm his sea of consciousness, and in fact, was only helping him temper his body with the repeated assaults.

What was he supposed to do now?

He felt completely out of options.

"Stop hitting him,” he said, convinced that further attacks on Yang Qi would only help him get stronger.

“Is this the boundless power of the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations Body?” the junior superintendent murmured. “If so, it's really far too fear-inspiring.”

“There’s no need to get anxious,” one of the executors said. “He might be too tough to hurt right now, but there are experts back at headquarters who can handle him. Think about it. The stronger he is, the more he’ll benefit your cultivation base, Junior Superintendent....