Li Su was angry.
Bringing my own parents to teach me a lesson? Who the hell do you think you are? Just because you've lived a little longer, you think you're some lord wherever you go?
People were never respected because of their age. People were respected because of their character.
Still, the fellow before him was at the Hundred Million Dao Realm. Beating him up would have rather bad repercussions—not the outcome Li Su wanted.
But the other party was simply too outstanding. In just a few words, he had stirred killing intent in Li Su's heart.
Perhaps that was a kind of talent too.
As the thought fell, Li Su raised a hand. His thumb pressed lightly against the joint of his index finger and rubbed, from the end of the knuckle all the way to the fingertip.
With that rubbing motion, he kneaded out a black needle.
It was an element—a twisted element!
One of the transformations derived from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits.
The needle, about two inches long, was not merely black, but a black blended from countless things.
All kinds of elements between heaven and earth had been gathered into it—five elements, light, darkness, wind, lightning, and more. It was a hodgepodge, a million different minor paths fused into one tiny needle.
The instant it appeared, the old man, who had still been about to say something, abruptly changed expression. His pupils contracted sharply.
In his eyes, the needle held between Li Su's fingers was an entirely different sight: distortion, utter distortion. Astonishing mana and astonishing Dao had been wound together and compressed into a tiny needle.
If he were still a Grand Luo, still at the Hundred Million Dao Realm, he naturally would not fear such power. He could extinguish it with a flick