Only the Strong Have No Worries

Moloch said nothing, only cursed furiously in his heart.

Someone held a loaded pistol to your forehead and said they wanted to discuss something with you.

What could you do? No matter how unpleasant their words were, wouldn't you still have to endure it?

"Tell me. What do you want?"

There was nowhere to run. If Lin Yi had intended to make a move, Moloch would already be dead given his strength. The fact that they could still negotiate meant Lin Yi had no intention of killing him.

"You saw the situation. My woman wants to grow stronger, so fighting you is the best way. However, you can't strike to kill. I'll also remain behind her and continuously restore her condition."

After glancing at Xi Yue, Lin Yi continued speaking to Moloch.

"Other than not being allowed to hit too hard, you can fight freely. As long as you beat Xi Yue into submission and make her stop obsessing over your abilities, you can leave safely."

"Think it over carefully."

Moloch wanted to curse, wanted to insult eighteen generations of Lin Yi's ancestors.

But he did not have the courage.

If Lin Yi truly got angry and killed him, then forget revival—even his Remnant Soul would not be preserved.

After a brief struggle, Moloch was forced to agree.

The matter had originally been settled quite pleasantly, but the Class Users of Parallel Blue Star suddenly stepped forward.

"You bastard! You killed three High Tier War Gods from our Beautiful Country. Do you think this is just over? And you, kid, are you even human? Aren't you from Great Xia? What, aren't you going to think about your own country? If this monster survives, can you guarantee it won't pose a threat to Great Xia?"

From Beautiful Country's camp, a burly