Clang!
Martial Dao True Person Zhongli Yan slammed a fist into his loving father's Heart-Protecting Mirror, producing the sound of gold striking iron.
Zhongli Zhaojia, who had not moved an inch, bared his teeth. He was just about to ask whether his unfilial son had failed to eat, just about to deliver a father's merciful counterattack.
"Stop!"
Zhongli Yan abruptly called for a halt, his face grave.
After that all-out punch, he had scarcely any strength left and had been prepared to welcome the inevitable beating. But after urgently calling a stop, a brief rest had him brimming with vigor again.
Of course, he had serious business to attend to.
Lord Zhongli never feared battle, never played tricks—at least, not without a proper reason.
In Offering Valley's highest-standard Martial Arts Arena, he looked up at the heavens. His blood and qi surged, and an unusual complexity filled his eyes. "The Martial Dao has reached its pinnacle!"
The Southern Peak Sword rested against his feet. From this mountain, he gazed upon that one, unable to suppress a sigh. "The one who reached the summit—Wang Ao!"
A Martial Dao True Person naturally had the deepest perception of the changes in the world of the Martial Dao.
The Heavenly Dao barrier no longer existed, and the eternal mist had already dispersed.
The path of Martial Men had been completely opened.
At this moment, the road ahead of him was incomparably clear, no longer the empty void he had seen in the past.
"Your road ahead has opened too."
Zhongli Zhaojia looked at his son, his expression equally complicated.
Unfilial though this son might be, rebellious though he might be, his talent was undeniable. Now that the Martial Dao connected to the heavens, with no more miasma before its pinnacle, how could he not