When Lu Xuejia heard Qin Wentian's voice, her countenance instantly turned cold. She turned her head over, her cold eyes were filled with a terrifying imposingness as she stared at Qin Wentian.
"I rose up from a lowly slave, all the way till my current status, the ninth-ranked of devil generals. How can a mere person like you block my path? Your words will not affect my heart." Lu Xuejia's eyes were cold. Qin Wentian also agreed about her point.
Many of these devil generals had no one to depend on but themselves, as they carved out a path of survival, amidst the abundance of cruelty on the Myriad Devil Islands. Even for people with similar cultivation bases, Qin Wentian couldn't help but to admit that devil-cultivators would usually be more powerful compared to immortal cultivators. Their personalities were ruthless, cold and decisive as a result of the environment they lived in. If they weren't ruthless enough, they wouldn't be able to climb up.