Diabolism is Merciless

Hearing this, the Heavenly Diabolism sect master slowly withdrew her hand, and after a long time, she suddenly let out a burst of laughter that sounded like a silver bell. 

"My life is up to me, not Heaven. These are just some casual things said by those diabolic cultivators. When it comes to transcending the tribulation, they're all so nervous. Do you really believe it?" 

Chen Chen slowly put on his glove. Deep down, he had already calmed down. 

"This is my own belief, it has nothing to do with what I cultivate." 

As soon as Chen Chen finished speaking, the entire cave was filled with a terrifying pressure. Immediately afterwards, the silver bell-like voice once again became hoarse.

"You have to die now then! Although I won't do it myself, I can find at least ten people who are capable of killing you!"