Ascension

Ascension

Gu Shaoshang naturally had no interest in lowering himself to argue with him. But in this world, he was the Martial Ancestor who had spread the Dao. Boundless momentum and fortune shrouded him in the unseen; slander him, and calamity would follow.

This old man was descended from Li Xunhuan's disciples. To insult his patriarch to his face and not die on the spot was already extraordinarily lucky.

"Hiss!"

Everyone sucked in a cold breath, their scalps tingling. Even Zhao Lin'er and Xiao Chen could not help changing expression.

This man's arrogance was beyond imagination. He seemed to place himself on equal footing with Buddha.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, no one felt the urge to refute him. It was as though everything he said were true.

"Pfft!"

The old man from the Flying Dagger Sect sprawled on the ground and spat out blood, his face filled with shock. "You, you..."

His entire body trembled, but he no longer dared speak recklessly.

"Flying Dagger of Little Li emphasizes intent over qi. Where intent points, nothing cannot be pierced. Your heart is too burdened by gains and losses, and your temperament is cold and perverse. For you, that is actually a good thing."

Gu Shaoshang sat grandly in the teahouse and gave the old man a faint glance.

Only when Gu Shaoshang spoke again did everyone finally see him clearly.

At once, everyone's pupils contracted.

At first glance, he merely appeared to be an extraordinary young man.

But the next instant, everyone seemed to see a divine dragon roaming the heavens, its head visible but its tail unseen, unfathomably profound.

Then, in their eyes, he seemed to become a divine being treading upon the cosmic river of stars, more radiant than the sun and moon, vaster than the starry sky!