Who Could Stand Against Him

At those words, Yan Chuan's eyes turned as dark as black holes, as though they would swallow all things. The man's words were arrogance beyond compare!

Yan Chuan remained aloof, but his emotions had plainly stirred. "Which one of them is the madman?" someone muttered, wondering if he had heard wrong.

Zheng Guang called others madmen, yet weren't his own words and deeds the very definition of the term?

Zhou Tian grumbled, "Old Sixth's mouth... which master blessed it? Don't tell me the darkened Rotten Buddha Lord cast a spell on it himself. The madness pouring out of that mouth could choke a man to death!"

If even Fourth Brother, his sworn brother, said that, one could imagine what everyone else thought.

The many spectators came to understand why Great Sage Zheng Guang's name had spread so far. Rumors had long called him a madman, and seeing him was even more shocking than hearing of him.

What expert wasn't proud?

Anyone without confidence could never grow strong.

Yet even some old monsters tempered by countless years felt they had never seen a madman like this.

The experts close to Yan Chuan's Dao Field all wanted to enter the fray and cut Zheng Guang down. Xu Yuan and Duan Yin, for instance, had had enough; they wished they could kill him on the spot.

In the Netherworld, ghostly mist churned.

Beneath Yan Chuan's feet, the ink-black Nether Bridge shook.

At once, the broad Life-and-Death River below surged skyward. Countless skulls filled its waters, riding the great waves to strike the night sky. Dao rhythms descended from the heavens and resonated with them.

At the sight, many elders stiffened in an instant. Their hearts palpitated, and they felt their own power threatening to slip out of control.

Yan Chuan had begun to