Daoist Master Zi Qing's Viscera Secret Transmission

The young man playing the qin turned solemn and stepped back.

As far as he knew:

Daoist Master Zi Qing had a fiery temper and formidable skills.

Though he was not active in Great Zhou,

many experts of his generation in Great Zhou feared him somewhat.

Because:

Daoist Master Zi Qing was truly terrifying.

Daoist Master Zi Qing smiled.

He gently stroked his beard and sighed. "How many years has it been? It's been a long time since anyone spoke to me like this!"

"Young man... your skills are mediocre, but your guts are enormous!"

As he spoke, his voice gradually rose, and he sternly said:

"Though my foundation cannot compare to prodigies like you!"

"I have still walked step by step, leaving one footprint after another, to reach this day!"

"Beneath every one of my footprints lies a skeleton."

"What right do you have? What ability do you possess, to dare speak to me this way?"

At this point, Daoist Master Zi Qing's face twisted.

He roared, "Do you think you're some ghost or god?"

"Even if you were a ghost or god, I would not care!"

"All living beings worship ghosts and gods!"

"I worship only myself!"

A moment later, his expression calmed, and he said indifferently, "Young man, how do you want to die?"

"I am kindhearted—kinder than anyone else in the Demon Palace!"

"So long as you say the word, I'll arrange everything for you perfectly!"

At this moment:

Although Daoist Master Zi Qing's expression remained calm, even carrying a smile,

his aura had already risen without end.

His aura was like a mountain range, like an abyss.

Looking at him was like looking upon ghosts and gods.

In the qin-playing youth's eyes, Daoist Master Zi Qing was like a Little Giant.

And he was like