Shui Wuhen entrusted his entire martial path to Xiang Yang without concealing even the slightest bit. He had a clear conscience—if Xiang Yang could use this to defeat him, then it was his fate; if not, that too was fate.
Having gone this far, he had no shame in his heart. He could act entirely according to his own will, free from restraint, because he had already done all he could.
Not everyone possessed such courage, placing their life and death in another's hands. Perhaps Shui Wuhen had immense confidence that even if Xiang Yang grasped the full depth of his martial path, he still would not be his match.
This was perfectly normal. Martial arts were merely martial arts. It was not as though a martial art capable of proving the Dao would necessarily forge an expert capable of proving the Dao. What was truly powerful was always the person, never the martial art itself.
Of course, Shui Wuhen seeking out Xiang Yang meant that he acknowledged Xiang Yang's strength and potential as well—enough to keep him in check. That was also a form of recognition.
"Ha ha, so that's how it is. Since the Dragon King thinks so highly of Xiang Yang, I naturally will not disappoint the Dragon King.
"If that day truly comes, I will personally send the Dragon King on his way and fulfill your wish."
Xiang Yang pondered for a moment, then smiled. He put away the booklet in his hand and spoke solemnly, his tone brimming with powerful confidence. So what if he became enemies with the Dragon King?
From his youth onward, he had fought and struggled through countless killings and disputes. Though the Dragon King was powerful, he was not enough to make Xiang Yang shrink back in fear. Since the