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Deep beneath the Snake Abyss, Su Qingqiu blinked.
Three stages of utter bewilderment.
He didn't get it.
He didn't understand.
Who the hell would know?
How had he crossed the line?
And who decided where the line was? He was a dragon, not a human. He didn't recognize the Human Race's self-appointed rules. Besides, they couldn't find him anyway.
Su Qingqiu couldn't be bothered to deal with Yao Wenqing. He silently honed Sword Thirteen. He was deeply dissatisfied that he hadn't killed Yao Wenqing with a single strike. He'd work his way from Sword Thirteen to Sword Thirty-Three, so that one day he could kill Yao Wenqing with one blow.
Still, Yao Wenqing was the first proper Earthly Immortal Su Qingqiu had ever faced. The Hundred-Eyed Devil didn't count; that fiend's condition was too unusual.
A third-rank Earthly Immortal was indeed powerful—powerful enough to vanish even beneath the Redfire Dragon Sword. Back then, Su Qingqiu had substituted his own heart for Heaven's and forcibly controlled all the world's energy within a hundred li, yet he still hadn't seen how Yao Wenqing had left.
That cast a shadow over Su Qingqiu's heart.
The difference between the third and fourth ranks might seem like only one grade, but it was a vast gulf between god and man. A third-rank Earthly Immortal had forged a Dao foundation and transformed the Dao into spirit, making him practically half a Spirit Lord. Even hundreds of fourth-rank cultivators surrounding him would be useless.
Every move and every stance embodied the rules.
Every motion and every thought was Heaven's will.
Honestly, Su Qingqiu had been able to trade blows with an Earthly Immortal largely thanks to his