Dijiang? The Dao Venerable's True Strength

"Ignorant fool. A crippled piece of trash like you should have been destroyed long ago!"

Luo Hou glanced at him and said with a cold sneer.

"The time is about right. Ling Xiao, you are the first opponent I have ever acknowledged. In these final moments, I will grant you sufficient respect."

Luo Hou looked at Ling Xiao and spoke calmly.

"What? The fight hasn't even started, and you're already declaring victory on your own? Popping champagne early is never a good thing!"

Ling Xiao said with a smile. He had heard enough schemes and intrigues; he had no desire to ponder so much.

As long as one possessed invincible strength, everything else was but drifting clouds.

"Hmph! You are as arrogant as ever. Let me show you my true strength!"

Luo Hou bellowed. Far away in endless spacetime, the body lying sprawled within the chaos suddenly opened its eyes, then rose to its feet and took a single step.

Rumble...

The Chaos Sea boiled. Everyone saw a pair of enormous arms reach out, part the chaotic qi, and emerge.

The boundless chaos was being toyed with in the palm of his hand.

He was a man like an Ancient God, his face resolute and weathered, his back straight as he held up heaven and earth.

The force of his blood and qi alone could illuminate the myriad heavens.

The next moment, Luo Hou's demonic shadow burst into laughter, transforming into mist and drilling into the man's glabella.

"You may call me Hongjun, or you may call me Luo Hou."

The man slowly opened his mouth, his voice calm.

"Holy shit... Haven't we seen that face somewhere before? Th-this isn't Ancestral Witch Dijiang, is it?"

A powerful cultivator suddenly cried out, so frightened that he could barely speak clearly.

"No!