Different planets had different ways of expressing friendliness. Wang Qi even believed that on some planets, creatures used "eating each other's excrement" as a symbol of friendship.
But no matter what, "cutting strangers with sharp blades" could not possibly be a way of expressing friendliness. It would definitely cause damage and loss to the physiological structure of the "greeted party."
If the people of some planet really greeted one another like that, then they definitely all had social anxiety—or they were things like slimes that were not afraid of being cut.
"I am puzzled. Why are you attacking me?" one of Wang Qi's avatars said. "But since you have attacked, I will retaliate."
In that instant, his three attacked avatars chose entirely different responses.
One avatar had already transformed into the Hell Path—Destruction Form, using a set of Jimie Fentian Palm to trade blows with its opponent.
Another avatar chose defense without hesitation. The Heavenly Sword in his hand danced so swiftly that not even water could splash through, holding his ground with perfect steadiness.
Yet the first to end its battle was the third avatar, the last to act.
[Beast Path—Dragon Beast Form, loaded.]
It changed Wang Qi's flesh from its very foundation. Vital essence surged throughout his body, forming dense protective aura. At the same time, the Flame of Life burned, forcibly taking the enemy's second wave of attacks. Facing the concentrated barrage of tiny flying blades, he charged straight out of the encirclement.
The "War Machine Immortal" fighting the third avatar was also stunned, never expecting this fellow to evade the attack in such a manner.
Wang Qi's internal organs had been directly riddled into sieves by those tiny flying blades. But with a sweep of the Flame of Life, those tissues were restored as good as