What made Elder Mad Shark so mad?
Power. Speed.
His attacks came like a storm, yet he moved as though strolling through a leisurely courtyard.
That was the impression Li Mu Yang left on people.
Especially Elder Mad Shark. He knew the force and speed behind his strike. He had once used that swift and fierce Gourd Kill to cut down many formidable figures from the starry sky, because none of them could keep up with his rhythm.
But the black-robed youth Li Mu Yang opposite him had kept up.
Not only had he kept up, he had handled it with ease. It was as though, in his eyes, that attack of Elder Mad Shark's had been nothing worth mentioning.
The clash ended at once, and the distance between them widened in an instant.
Elder Mad Shark watched the black-robed youth floating in midair, his feelings extraordinarily complicated, though excitement outweighed everything else.
"Young as you are, you've already achieved so much. You can truly be called a genius beneath the starry sky." Elder Mad Shark looked at Li Mu Yang as he spoke.
"You're so old, yet you've made no progress on the path of cultivation. You're an idiot." Li Mu Yang returned his own most 'loyal' assessment of Elder Mad Shark. He hid his right hand inside the sleeve of his black robe, because it had been wounded by the wine arrows and was still gushing blood. His body was different from ordinary people's, however. Given just a little time, the tiny holes pierced by the blood arrows would heal on their own.
Fortunately, only a few drops of wine had struck his hand. If there had been too many, and his entire right hand had been severed, then no matter how powerful the dragon race's regenerative ability