Habitual Deception

When Dao Lord Zhòujué saw the slight change in the Saint Venerable's expression, he finally could not help shouting, "Li Qingyun, this is the continent temple! Where did you get the nerve to show such disrespect toward the Saint Venerable?!"

He truly was Saint Venerable Limò's confidant and knew exactly what he ought to say at this moment.

Did the Saint Venerable not care about his dignity?

That damned Three Pure Ones Sect! A mere pawn they had pushed into the open dared to turn his eyes upon the Saint Venerable?

Seeing Dao Lord Zhòujué roar in fury, Saint Venerable Limò could not help giving a faint nod. His attitude spoke for itself.

This was the continent temple's inquiry, not the moment for the lord of some trifling domain to flaunt his unruly arrogance!

"Speaking the truth—where is the disrespect in that?"

Li Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his cold gaze like lightning as it stabbed toward Dao Lord Zhòujué, this remnant of the Mishin Dao. A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes.

This man had acted during the previous two encounters, yet both times he had been driven back by the Merfolk clone. He had been exceedingly lively indeed.

This unkillable man, this fish that had slipped through the net—it was time to remove him...

He lifted his chin slightly, and his chime-like Dao sound echoed through the incomparably spacious and luxurious hall.

"If you ask where my nerve comes from... then this humble Daoist's nerve comes from the Mishin Dao's repeated persecution and suppression!"

"It comes from those so-called higher-ups repeatedly turning a blind eye to your violence!"

"And it also comes from this humble Daoist's Dao heart, ringing loud and true!"

At this point, his expression suddenly turned devout. He cupped his