The scriptures had piled into a lofty platform. Every volume gleamed, every character erupting with wondrous scenes. Wang Xuan sat cross-legged atop a Chaos Sacred Lotus formed from scripture characters, steady and transcendent.
Li Dao was tall, his eyes brimming with baleful intent and aggression. Clad in imperial armor, he suppressed even the scripture piles into dimness, his aura sharp enough to bore through heaven and earth.
Yet when daoist boy Old Zhang faced him, his expression remained blank throughout. He casually tossed over a meditation cushion, then gave him the back of his head and turned away.
Li Dao's gaze burned until even the void caved in. One Wang Xuan was one thing, but even a tiny little brat dared give him attitude?
For a being at his level, a single thought could transform into myriad phenomena. In an instant, statues of the Saints appeared around him, while divine flowers formed from Dao laws began to wither!
Old Zhang sensed that something was terribly wrong. Had he become the target of both sides' Dao discussion techniques? He saw the statues of the Saints all open their eyes and glare furiously at him.
In an instant, his childish body was suppressed until his legs went weak. Beyond his own control, he could not help wanting to kneel.
But he knew Little Wang next door was not one to suffer losses. He would never let the "great figure" traveling at his side be humiliated. Thus, bracing against the pressure, he waved one hand at Li Dao with his back turned.
Sure enough, Old Zhang's pressure vanished in an instant. Moreover, all the statues of Saints floating nearby shattered, falling in a rustling shower as he waved, turning into flying ash.
"Stay calm." Daoist boy Old Zhang finally spoke. Returning behind Wang