Dragon Head slowly walked up to Long Aotian, lowered his head to look down at him, and smiled smugly.
"Long Aotian, you do have some talent. King's Aura truly is top-tier true qi, unmatched in the martial world. But..."
He smiled. "You have overlooked a very important question. Do you know what it is? True qi, weapons, armor, inherited power, pills... they are all merely aids. What truly determines whether a martial artist is strong is the martial artist himself."
"In your eyes, King's Aura is invincible under heaven. But what about now?"
Dragon Head planted a foot on Long Aotian's chest. "Even if you possess the true qi ranked first on the Heavenly Dao Register, you are still beneath my foot. Your true qi may be number one, but you are not."
Long Aotian could barely catch his breath beneath that foot.
Dragon Head lifted his leg and viciously kicked Long Aotian in the face. Long Aotian rolled across the ground and slid away before crashing into a stone pillar with a bang.
Dragon Head glanced at Gentleman's Snow on the ground, then stepped on it with his toe and flicked it into his hand.
"Heh, a fine weapon."
"Ah..." He sighed. "True qi, a weapon, and that sharp tongue of yours... Hehe, you wrapped yourself up so splendidly, yet when it came to fighting, you turned out to be nothing but a useless good-for-nothing. Hahaha."
He casually tossed Gentleman's Snow aside and slowly walked toward Long Aotian.
Long Aotian struggled to rise from the ground. The instant he got up, Dragon Head grabbed him by the hair. "Looking at your pathetic state, you think you deserve the surname Long?"
As he spoke, he pressed Long Aotian's head into the stone pillar.
A pool of blood splattered across the