Zheng Yi shook his head with a wry smile; he never intended to leave the impression that he only knew how to sling sharp tongues.
Alas, his current strength was insufficient.
When facing a formidable enemy, could he truly do nothing and wait here to die?
Unlike these purely focused Cultivators.
For a Cultivator, strength was everything. Their sole objective was to grasp more power to become stronger.
In Zheng Yi's eyes, power was not just about Cultivation.
Everything in this world, as long as it could be utilized by me, why couldn't it be considered my strength?
Whether it be Cultivation, Cultivation Techniques, Divine Powers, Elixirs, Magical Treasures, wisdom, or even other Cultivators and the Nether Spirit Race whom he could use, all could be considered his power.
If he could simply move his lips and scold a Divinity Transformation Expert to death, wouldn't that be a manifestation of power as well?
