More than a dozen people had launched a joint assault on him without holding back in the slightest. He had merely fought back normally, yet somehow it had become his fault?
Yes, he had slapped a few of them to death.
But in that situation, was he supposed to hold back?
Though strength could be controlled at will, it was not mana—once thrown out, it could not be taken back!
Of course, Li Su quickly cut off those thoughts.
Because the other side had attacked. They had attacked outright.
He might have withstood it, but that was only because his defenses were strong enough, far beyond their expectations. Otherwise, the outcome would not have been this.
Even a True Essence cultivator carrying a defensive magical treasure would have died without question from that strike.
From the very beginning, the other party had struck with the intention of killing him. Their earlier words had been more like an excuse.
Though Li Su did not know how he had offended them, well, demonic cultivators going mad was normal. Following the rules was what would have been strange.
So, when dealing with this kind of person, the best method was to hit back.
Reason did not work in the demonic path. Only fists did.
That had been what Li Su thought at first.
But with one mention of severing an arm, then another of the black prison, Li Su, who had merely been annoyed before, was immediately struck on the raw nerve. His anger instantly turned into killing intent.
In the face of his will, the blood and qi within his body responded at once.
His heart began to pound fiercely. His injured body recovered in the blink of an eye, returning directly to its peak condition.
With a rumble, Li Su blasted