Jiang Buyi was like someone soothing a mad dog on the verge of collapse. He held stones in his hand, but there were only ten of them, and he simply did not dare try throwing one.
The five absolute bodies were all freaks.
So were their abilities; so were their minds.
Their fates decreed that their path of cultivation would be met with nothing but scornful eyes, while their abilities doomed them never to make a friend in their lives.
Such people either died midway through cultivation or grew into demons that plagued an entire region. They were utterly uncontrollable!
Jiang Buyi felt as though he were trying to soothe a furnace of pills about to explode with words—when he clearly did not even know how to refine pills.
He had never expected this to work. Inwardly, he had already resolved that if anything went even slightly wrong on the other side, then even if it meant wasting one chance to make a move, he would run...
Yes, run!
At this moment, Jiang Buyi had no desire to fight. He did not want to trade one life for one.
When others said they did not want to live, Jiang Buyi could take it as a joke. But when one of the five absolute bodies said he did not want to live, he truly meant he was seeking death.
The road to the underworld was lonely. To drag a Half-Saint down as burial company before death—what immense glory was that?
The situation was ready to erupt at a touch.
At that hair-raising moment, Five Declines of Heaven and Man abruptly reined in the Decaying Body's aura. He straightened up, even withdrawing the power of the Three Aversions Eye, and said with a light smile:
"Wouldn't it have been better if Half-Saint