Li Muyang defended himself with conviction.
After all, he had always been saving the world, his character was far from extreme, and he had no inclination toward becoming corrupted.
To take it a step further, even if Li Muyang encountered deep-seated hatred, he would only seek revenge on the rightful culprits.
He wasn't the kind of trash who would lash out at society in retaliation for personal frustration—how could he possibly become a destroyer of all things?
Li Muyang boldly explained everything, but Wei Suyi remained indifferent.
The old man held a bronze lamp, calmly listened to everything Li Muyang said, and then coldly responded, "What you said is reasonable, but you are of the Evil Vein Clan; you carry their power within you."
"The Evil Vein Clan can enslave Ancient Evil Gods and command the unique power of the Evil Vein."
"But correspondingly, there's also a chance for these Evil Gods to invade your body, retaliate, and seize control of you."
