The kind get bullied; the harmless get ridden.
Feeling Yao Wenqing's boundless sword intent, Su Qingqiu instantly flew into a rage.
What had he done to deserve this, hiding in the Snake Abyss? Hundred-Eyed Devil had only just been flipped onto his back, and now some old Daoist had shown up?
Were they never going to stop?
Don't think riding a donkey made you Zhang Guolao!
A sword? You think I don't have one?
I'll treat you to a Great Sword!
His fury soared to the heavens. Su Qingqiu, whose peaceful days had been disturbed, opened with a massive move.
His newly acquired Crimson Dragon Breath, combined with the Spring Wind and Rain Technique, the Crimson Fire Dragon Spine, the Crimson Fire Horn, and over twenty thousand years of Daoism Cultivation, turned into a rainbow in an instant.
The fire dragon sword blotted out the sky!
Even the people of Chiyang City, a hundred li away, could see it.
Yet Yao Wenqing, far from growing angry, was delighted—almost beside himself with joy. The sword intent around him burned ever more fiercely.
"I have a sword called Taixuan. It holds all the snow, rain, wind, and frost of my life: the youthful spirit of my boyhood, the weary uncertainty of my middle years, and the joy of children and grandchildren in my twilight years!"
"It is also the foundation upon which I now seek the Dao of Taixuan and wield my sword to roam the world!"
"True Lord, test it once more!"
As he spoke, facing Su Qingqiu's colossal fire dragon sword, he gently and unhurriedly extended his sword.
This move had no explosion, no radiance. It was plain and unadorned, like a child at play.
Yet in Su Qingqiu's eyes, it was as if the Milky Way poured down from