Lin Wuyou clenched his fists, Demonic Qi boiling around him as flames raged. At this moment, the aura he emitted broke through his own limits.
"Lin Wuyou's life will only ever be held in his own hands."
His voice was not loud, yet it brimmed with an unyielding will.
"Master your own fate? This Venerable Lord can save you with a flick of a finger, and naturally, I can kill you with a flick of a finger as well. You... what gives you the right to master your own fate?" A disdainful voice came from within the sphere of light.
Staring fixedly at the sphere before him, Lin Wuyou's eyes revealed an icy, awe-inspiring chill.
"If the Venerable Lord truly intends to make a move, then even if I am no match for you, Lin Wuyou will still risk his life in battle. Death is no great matter, but... I will never sit and wait for death!"
"Hahahaha! Good, very good indeed! As expected of one this Venerable Lord has set his sights on. Lin Wuyou, you... have truly not disappointed me!"
The Venerable Lord laughed wildly, and as his laughter surged, the immense pressure bearing down on Lin Wuyou vanished without a trace.
"Venerable Lord... what do you mean by this?"
Lin Wuyou narrowed his eyes, confusion in his gaze, yet he did not relax his vigilance or guard in the slightest.
"Eradicating demons and defending the Dao is the business of those prestigious orthodox sects, as well as those bald asses of the Buddhist Sect. We are Evil Cultivators to begin with. What does your identity... matter to this Venerable Lord?"
"Whether you are an Evil Cultivator or a Heavenly Demon, as long as you do not betray this Venerable Lord, none of it matters!"
When the Venerable