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The East Sea Lord watched the red-haired man in black robes before him with a chuckle.

"Would you believe what this old man says?"

"No."

"If you don't believe it, why ask? Are you curious?"

"Not curious."

"Then why ask what the dragon scale is? Could it be you want this old man to explain it so you can claim it for yourself?"

"Since I seized it myself, how can it be called claiming it for myself?"

"Then what is it?"

"It is fear."

"Fear?" Light immediately flashed through the East Sea Lord's clouded dragon eyes.

A venerable's majesty was like a towering mountain. So long as it stood there, whether one saw it or heard of it, one would always feel awe and reverence toward it. That was the power of a "famous mountain." There was no need for anyone to recount the mountain's history, nor explain how long it had existed or how high it was.

So long as the mountain remained, everything remained.

But now, the mountain had wavered.

It shook him even more than seeing Tu Shan Jun, an artifact spirit, improve his cultivation, or learning that the Soul Banner was about to become a Dao weapon.

Because he had heard a peak True Lord who had defeated him, a venerable, say that he was afraid. Perhaps it was only a joke—a ludicrous joke so absurd that even a venerable found it incomprehensible.

Because a being like this should not have uttered the word "fear."

At the very least, not at a time like this.

Of course people could be afraid.

Even someone as powerful as the East Sea Lord, one of Star Luo's foremost cultivators, seated in the venerable's position and ruling the six regions of the East Sea.

After breaking through to Spirit Transformation,