"Of course I do. How could I be fine? Didn't you just ask me?" I laughed, but my expression quickly darkened. "But now that you mention it, Li Poxiao, are you saying that if someone else had killed me, you'd really think nothing would have happened?"
"You're not dead!" Li Poxiao said heavily.
I gave a dry laugh, finding his words genuinely amusing. "Of course I'm not dead. But Jiang Taishang is dead. What? Her sword had already stabbed into my chest—was I not allowed to kill her? Or why don't you try stabbing me in the chest too? If you have the ability, don't fight back."
Li Poxiao slowly closed his eyes. He had no way to answer that. He also knew that if he had been in my place, he likewise couldn't have refrained from fighting back. Not everyone could take a beating without retaliating or endure abuse without answering back. Anyone capable of that in the Immortal Realm Forest would have turned into fertilizer countless years ago. And anyone who had made it this far could not possibly be a fool!
Li Poxiao was not one, and neither was I.
"Right? You couldn't refrain from fighting back either, could you?" I continued laughing, then said solemnly, "Not only can you not refrain from fighting back, you even take the initiative to kill people! At the slightest disagreement, you launch into a full-scale battle, casually unleashing all twelve chapters of the Heavenly Sword. Don't you simply wish you could kill every opponent who refuses to die? You really are something. Is this how you protect the Nine Heavens? Aren't you ashamed? Isn't it ugly? Li Poxiao, you're truly hideous! No wonder Xia Ruize has chased you through heaven and earth, trying to split apart the twelve chapters of