SPLAT!

Star Swordlife coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. His skin was cracked and bleeding as he glared with hateful disbelief at Yang Qi. “You... you just reached the mid Terrifying level? Oh... I get it. You were using my attacks to refine your nascent divinity, or possibly some secret treasure. Now that you’re finished, you’re finally going to start fighting back.”

“That’s right,” Yang Qi said, walking slowly toward him with a look of disdain on his face. All of a sudden, a mask appeared on his face that also bore an expression of disdain, the kind that would infuriate anyone who it was directed at.

Star Swordlife coughed up more blood; obviously, his vital energy had been severely damaged. “I knew you were a rapacious wolf, Yang Qi. You were only pretending to be hurt. Thankfully, I saw through the ruse. But why wasn’t I able to seal you? Don’t tell me that heaven really does want you alive, you beast.”

Clicking his tongue, Yang Qi said, “Cursing like that doesn't seem very benevolent. Considering...