Wu Chang's eyes bulged wide, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, his face turning from pale to a livid green in an instant, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
He could not believe his own eyes. Not only had Ye Qingchen not been devoured by the backlash of the Demonic Qi, he had actually managed to Refinement it; this completely overturned everything he thought he knew about Demonic Qi.
"This is impossible!" Wu Chang's voice turned sharp and hysterical, his emotions utterly out of control, his face filled with rage and unwillingness. He struggled desperately, trying to break free of Xue Zhao's restraints, but the Spiritual Power binding him was like iron chains, unbreakable.
Wu Chang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared madly at Ye Qingchen, roaring, "How could you possibly do that! You're just an ordinary Cultivator, how could you possibly Refinement Demonic Qi! Impossible! You must have used some despicable trick!"
