I Didn't Want to Become the Person I Hated, Yet Before the Chapter Was Even Over, Someone Dug Up My Grave

Qin Yang did not hurry to transcend himself. After releasing Ugly Chicken from its refined state, he looked at the listless bird and comforted it instead.

"Stop looking so miserable. Back then, I tricked you and refined you. Weren't you unhappy about that?"

"Qin Youde, damn you! Do you think the ancestor wasn't needed when it came time to fight for life and death?" Ugly Chicken was nearly furious enough to cry.

"In that situation, I could indeed have called on all of you for help. But I truly did not want to see anyone die in front of me again. There was no point in you coming out.

"I calculated every possible method. None of them would have worked. I had only that one choice.

"And that was the only choice I would have made.

"Even if I died too."

For once, Qin Yang gently patted Ugly Chicken on the head.

The Emperor Ying back then had represented absolute power to him—power so absolute that it could crush ten thousand techniques with a single force.

No petty trick would have had any effect.

Even in the end, when the Emperor Ying maintained his silent state, if Qin Yang had not risked his life, the man could have stood there without moving and endured Qin Yang's attacks. Qin Yang could have chopped at him for a year without killing him.

He could only continue gambling with his life, taking his own vitality down with him.

No defensive technique or substitute-death method could have stopped that kind of true damage.

Being able to reach that point was also thanks to layer upon layer of prior arrangements and weakening measures, causing the Emperor Ying's strength to plummet continuously. The Emperor Ying himself had even developed something that could be considered a flaw.