How Dare You Touch My Junior?

Ice River Venerable now understood the humiliation Xiao Kuang had felt earlier.

He felt it even more intensely!

Xiao Kuang had, at least, lost to an old veteran Five Star Dou Zun.

Yet he, an old veteran himself, had actually been beaten to the prize by a mere Dou Zong Peak!

Was a treasure left behind by a Dou Di expert something an ant like a Dou Zong could covet?

And the other party had taken the treasure right under his nose!

If Ice River Venerable had three lungs, two and a half of them would have burst from rage by now!

Yang Shan had not disguised himself.

Or rather, even if he had, Ice River Venerable would certainly have recognized Three Thousand Thunder Movement! The claim that a sect's signature technique could give someone away was no exaggeration.

For example, nineteen two-and-a-half years ago, after a certain master from the real world—one skilled in Iron Mountain Lean, Crotch-Covering Palm, and fond of dribbling balls beneath his legs—made his debut, anyone else imitating his moves would inevitably be recognized at a glance! It was very difficult to make someone else take the blame for you.

The situation at the time had not allowed Yang Shan to hold back.

And if he did not hold back, his identity could not be concealed.

"Three Thousand Thunder Movement? You little thief, using the Wind and Thunder Pavilion's prized signature movement technique for theft! You've utterly disgraced your Pavilion Master, Thunder Lord!"

Ice River Venerable's furious roar confirmed Yang Shan's judgment.

The visual effects of Three Thousand Thunder Movement really were easy to recognize.

Yang Shan just had not expected Ice River Venerable to arrive so quickly!

When he looked back, he saw Ice River Venerable in the distance, occasionally swiping a finger through