Chen Feng's hand trembled. He forced a smile. "This... shouldn't be a problem, right?"
After the incident where the Heavenly Sword fell upon Divine Capital, he had remained in Divine Capital for another year and witnessed firsthand the changes Devil's Great Curse had brought to the city. And as someone who had studied the God Plague Curse, he could also see the underlying principles of Wang Qi's illusory-real dual-aspect cultivation method. So now, he was not quite as resistant to such methods anymore—provided they were truly safe and controllable.
"Oh, this is the first-generation God Plague Curse. It has no restrictions. Once it gets inside, you're dead, beyond saving. You can't even catch it early and prevent it—the rate at which it replicates itself is too fast. Wiping out the entire Later Demon Race would only be a matter of time."
The direction of Wang Qi's introduction turned out to be completely opposite to what Chen Feng had expected.
The good man rammed his head straight into a tombstone. "You... you idiot! I only wanted to embarrass them a little, not kill them!"
"Hey, hey, what you're dealing with now is a Later Demon Race powerhouse somewhere between the Demon God Stage and the Mahayana Stage. Considering the differences in cultivation foundation and methods, he might be stronger than any ancient-method Mahayana cultivator. I haven't even met that instructor, so how am I supposed to devise a specialized countermeasure? How am I supposed to 'teach him a lesson'?" Wang Qi slapped the table—or rather, the tombstone he had designed for himself—and shouted, "You suddenly dragged me off to beat someone up. It's already pretty good that I came up with this plan!"
"Put it away!" Chen Feng's voice changed with fright. "Quickly, that thing..."
"Look how scared you are. Only