His body was ramrod straight, every inch of him packed with explosive muscle.
Confucius stood there like an ancient tower, immovable.
"A gentleman who is not grave will command no awe!"
Confucius's voice was deep and resonant, and the Dao Sound carried throughout Hangu Pass.
In an instant.
Strange manifestations sprang up everywhere. The endless rules of the Confucian Dao unfolded across the firmament, no longer filled with the sacred Dao Resonance of old, but imbued with slaughter and steely vigor.
"So the teacher means that when a gentleman takes action, he must strike hard. If he doesn't dare to, he'll never establish his authority!"
As Confucius's favorite disciple, Yan Hui hurried to explain the meaning to his fellow disciples.
In an instant!
The three thousand disciples all nodded in response, like chicks pecking at grain.
"When friends come from afar, is it not a joy?"
"What does that line mean?"
A disciple gazed at the divine patterns in the sky, then asked Yan Hui.
The Confucian Dao was profound. He had only grasped a little of its surface and could not reach Yan Hui's level.
"Zilu, explain it to him!"
At this, Yan Hui passed the question to Zilu.
Seeing this, the Confucian disciple no longer held back. He stood ramrod straight, chest out, and declared in a booming voice, "When a friend comes from afar to spar with me, how could I not relish a good fight with him?"
The Dao Sound rang out, and auspicious signs filled the sky.
"Well said. You're teachable!"
Confucius looked at Yan Hui and Zilu, smiling with satisfaction.
At this moment.
The muscles on Confucius's body grew even more fearsome, forming a bizarre sight in which virtue and talent stood side by side. Then boundless rules of the Confucian Dao surged into