"Man will always be stronger than fate" was really just an exaggerated encouragement. "Man is cast aside into this world" was closer to the truth.
To be born human was to be destined to suffer, weak and helpless.
No matter how brave and invincible you were, how learned and erudite, how charming and dashing, the world would still place you in a position of ignorance and impotence with its vast, unfathomable mysteries.
Someone had once said that to Xu Lanqing, but he had long since forgotten who. He just thought it made a lot of sense.
But now, he could tell that person with complete confidence: it was all because your fists weren't hard enough.
As long as your fists were hard enough, once your opponent broke the rules, violence became the best way to solve the problem.
Just like right now.
The blade light, shining like the sun, reflected his savage, ferocious face, now covered in nine-colored dragon scales, and his blazing golden eyes, which glittered with the brutal conviction that either you died or I did.
The unstoppable blade light cleaved toward that lofty face, the one that seemed to believe everything should go according to its plans—a face he found loathsome at a glance.
Feeling the scorching heat and razor-sharp blade rushing toward him,
it was like the Scorching Sun falling into the sea.
Through the mist formed by the steam rising as the Scorching Sun evaporated the Sea God Divine Power's deep blue waves, Tang San watched Xu Lanqing's face appear and vanish.
Tang San lowered his eyes.
He thought of the question Xu Lanqing had asked: why stand in someone else's way?
The answer was simple. The so-called gods were merely humans who had cultivated to another level and grown stronger.
Perhaps the only difference