The fierce civil war between these two great human cultivators had truly ground even the Great Dao to dust.
At any rate, Lin Li's sound Dao had suffered unprecedented devastation.
—Holding back laughter was too painful.
For fuck's sake.
Were these two great cultivators in the same mental state a hundred years ago?
Was this really normal?
And yet, they hadn't started fighting each other back then. Instead, they had slaughtered and suppressed all those powerful demons.
Lin Li decided... the demons were just trash.
Honestly, Lin Li had initially thought this sword cultivator was the cold and aloof type, like Zuoyou. Why did he now seem a little like that bastard A Liang? That face really had picked the wrong owner.
But after thinking about it, Lin Li figured it was probably because he had spent a hundred years lonely and isolated.
After all, long years were a Baowei-kicking-the-bucket blade.
Anyone here who had experienced being unable to rest in peace for a hundred years after death, trapped in solitude, would understand that this was not something ordinary people could endure.
Those who had not experienced it could put "Lonely, lonely on that day~" on repeat. It had the same effect. Forget a hundred years—even lasting one day would be impressive.
This history-worthy battle between supreme experts finally came to an end.
Though Deng Wen had effectively admitted defeat, his mouth remained stubborn. He chose to toss the phone and the borrowed hand back to Shān Qīng Daoist, then stood facing him with his hands behind his back and said coolly,
"We sword cultivators live our lives honorable and upright. How could we stoop to taking what belongs to another? Take it back."
Shān Qīng Daoist stroked his beard and chuckled with satisfaction, but then gave Deng Wen a