"How could I suppress you so easily? I'm not entirely sure either. Perhaps this poor Daoist's Dao has been comprehended more deeply..."
Li Xuanji casually suppressed his opponent, only then answering without the slightest ripple on his face.
He Dong was likewise in the late Beyond Tribulation Realm, yet he had been effortlessly crushed by Li Xuanji's Burial River Dao. Though Li Xuanji did not know the precise reason, he vaguely felt that it was connected to the path of the Burial River Dao, especially to Dao Ancestor Qingyun.
The Burial River Dao buried this river, but it could also bury that river. The He Clan seemed to be innately suppressed by him by a measure or two.
Having just killed a He Clan disciple, Li Xuanji calmly turned and headed toward the nearest three-courtyard residence, like a fisherman who had just come ashore, strolling home beneath the evening dusk.
During these two-odd years in Eternal Myriad Universes, he had found them to be the longest and most grueling period of hardship in his life—so unbearable that even this ten-thousand-year-old master of lying low could no longer keep lying low.
Thus, the moment his cultivation rose and He Dong came to commit evil, he could destroy him without expression.
"Lying low has no meaning at all in Eternal Myriad Universes, where the strong are revered and the weak are meat for the strong!"
"A man who carries a sword should cut down all injustice along the way..."
He walked unhurriedly over the barren, rough black-stone ground. Mighty river winds blew upon him from ahead and behind, making his faded robe flap loudly.
As he walked, he murmured those words.
The aura around him gradually spread outward, changing from restrained, low-key, and steady into something rough and fierce. It was as