"In times of peace, everyone could speak grandly of a strong person's character. Only when death hung overhead and all illusions shattered did one face a true trial of the heart!
If one casually abandoned everything when disaster struck, then the so-called Way of the Strong was nothing more than a disguise for seeking advantage and avoiding harm."
Li Xiao solemnly tucked the notebook into his clothes. He raised his eyes again, his calm yet resolute gaze piercing through the bloodstains as he looked at Shadow Hand. A proud, cold smile slowly curved across his lips.
"Come on, try to kill me!!"
Boom!!
The shadows boiled. The darkness around Li Xiao burned like flames, once again covering the "chicken wings" that had been plucked bare.
Shadow Eight Wings ignited in black fire, transforming into eight flaming wings!
Shadow Hand, who had been tightly "hugging" Shadow Eye: Nether Mimicry, was suddenly startled.
A breakthrough in the midst of battle?!
He could clearly sense that the other man's originally dispirited Mental Will had evolved once again, rising to an even greater level!
The other man had not merely been talking. He was truly using his life to practice the Way of the Strong.
As everyone knew, the source of a Transcendent's power was... Mental Will!
That was also why Transcendents were always in such wonderful mental states.
At this moment, what Li Xiao displayed was no longer the bearing of one of the Ten Kings, but... the bearing of a god!!
The battle between the two erupted once more!
Bai Ye, watching from afar, shifted his gaze slightly and suddenly turned to look at the empty space beside him.
"Big nephew?"
A figure in a dark purple suit appeared out of thin air, his body semi-transparent like that of a soul.
"Mr.