A young man strolled calmly down the street.
He seemed to have only just arrived in the city, and he regarded this coastal city with a touch more curiosity.
The young man walked straight toward the depths of the city. When he reached the entrance of an estate, the two stone lions by the gate came alive and glared at him furiously.
The young man smiled. "I'm here to discuss serious business with your master. Don't attack me."
With that, he calmly stepped forward, lifted the bronze beast-shaped door knocker on the red courtyard gate, and knocked. Bang, bang, bang. The knocker struck the door. With a creak, the gate opened, revealing an elderly man inside. The old man looked at the young man expressionlessly. "Who are you looking for?" The young man smiled. "Puppet Master Zong Cheng. I'm here to see Chen Yu, the Chen Clan demigod."
By all reason, the javelins in a demigod's hands should at least have been forged from alloy. They might even have had a few gemstones embedded in them. Even if he disliked such ostentatious things, he could have had someone research aerodynamics and forge several exquisitely structured tungsten rods specifically for him as kinetic weapons.
But Li Shutong had done none of that. He discarded every flashy embellishment. It was nothing more than a steel rebar, yet he wielded it with the sheer force of the Deity's Scepter's kinetic weapons.
Plain and unadorned, dull and tedious.
Yet that was precisely what made this demigod terrifying.
Because you would suddenly realize that whatever he held in his hand was the greatest threat.
Or rather, as long as he was alive, he was the greatest threat to his enemies.
The entrance of this Knight Demigod was nowhere near as dazzling as the Sword Immortal's.