The old man spoke simply, his tone calm, yet the confidence and conviction he revealed were astonishing.
"Afraid of nothing?"
Mizu Ancestor smiled coldly. "Upstarts love to bandy that phrase about. How much do you know of the greatest secrets in this world? Afraid of nothing? How laughable."
The old man replied, "Mitian dares to say it. Why shouldn't our sect?"
Mizu Ancestor said, "So you think I can't destroy your sect? Have all those years of hiding and running away given your sect a newfound confidence?"
In the eyes of the First Generation Beings, everything that came after them was mere dust. Even the most exceptional beings were ants in their eyes.
They had been born at the dawn of heaven and earth, among the mightiest beings, blessed with immense advantages. How could later generations ever earn their notice?
No matter how powerful they became, later generations could never catch up to the First Generation Beings!
Their fates had been different from birth!
That was why the Venerable Lord had always been able to keep him beneath his thumb.
But just because the Venerable Lord could do so didn't mean anyone else could. Even if Kaoshan Sect could wreak havoc across the Thirty-Three Heavens and possessed extraordinary power, it still didn't merit his attention.
The Venerable Lord could easily deal with Kaoshan Sect, and so could he. In the end, it was merely a sect founded by a bunch of ignorant juniors from later generations.
"Mitian is certainly powerful, but our sect is no weakling either." The old man's expression remained unchanged, as serene as ever. "If Mitian has designs on us, our sect will gladly see it through to the end."
"Is it because you blocked a wisp of my pressure earlier that you've found the confidence to