"Back in the clan, they once looked down on Lord Lie Qili, believing he had betrayed his people. Yet with his own strength, he slapped every one of them across the face and carved out a path that belonged to him alone."
"Lord Lie Qili is the one I admire most. How could he possibly fall within this mere mystic realm?"
"Our clan still needs him to lead us to the summit and shake the Azure Cloud Realm beneath our might."
"Good heavens, that Lie Qili even had the protagonist template!" Lin Xuan listened in astonishment.
This truly was a rare bit of amusement on the path of cultivation. No wonder Lie Qi was so fanatical about him.
Looking again, Lin Xuan saw that Lie Qi carried a battle saber on his back, saber intent curling around him. Among his Law Runes was even a supreme-grade Overlord Blade Mark.
Clearly, this man was imitating Lie Qili. Lie Qili walked the sword path, so he walked the saber path. It was imitation, but also a benchmark!
His fanaticism was simply outrageous.
"He's dead!"
Just as Lie Qi was at his most fervent, Lin Xuan's indifferent voice rang out.
Lie Qi froze, then actually began to laugh. "Hahaha... Lin Xuan, what kind of joke are you making?"
"I told you already, you don't need to provoke me. You can't anger me."
"The more you act like this, the less likely I am to attack you. Put away your little schemes. They're useless against me!"
Lie Qi looked at Lin Xuan with an expression that said, I've already seen through you.
Lin Xuan was somewhat speechless. The Demon Race was indeed cautious enough, but this fanaticism had made him a little brainless.
Sure enough, Lie Qi's voice continued to echo through the Starry