Demon Venerable

Lion's Roar and the Great Vajra Fist Style were both among Shaolin's Seventy-Two Peerless Skills. Moreover, they were pure and orthodox, certainly not driven by heretical methods. It was not wrong to call them the martial arts of a bald monk.

Duàn Yì did not lower his guard because of the man's words. His face remained still as water as he clasped his fists from afar toward this supreme master and said,

"Duàn has learned quite a lot. I know not only swordsmanship and the martial arts of monks, but also the martial arts of Daoists and the martial arts of demon lords.

"If Your Excellency wishes to exchange pointers, I am available at any time. But could you first explain the purpose of your visit?

"If you are a friend, Duàn will gladly befriend you with all his heart. If you are an enemy, then words are wasted. Bring it on."

Unless it was necessary, he truly did not wish to become enemies with such an overbearing, unfathomable master, so he probed into the other man's origins.

Of course, if the man remained bent on harming him, Duàn Yì would not simply take a beating without striking back. He had also made his stance clear.

If they truly fought to the death, no one could tell who would win or lose until the very last moment.

This was the invincible confidence Duàn Yì had accumulated through countless battles and victories over powerful foes.

Forget an unknown man of unclear origins—even if Duàn Yì were asked to fight the tyrant Ying Woqiu of thirty years ago, he would never cower. He might even have had his blood boiling.

The man threw back his head and laughed. His bold voice was like the first ray of light when heaven and earth