The one who made the move was wildly arrogant, holding himself high as he looked down on the fist imprint Li Su had left behind.
It was not that his arrogance knew no bounds. If it had been the Azure Luan Sect's foremost Foundation Establishment cultivator, perhaps he would not have been so careless. The truth was that Li Su was an unknown nobody. Though he had shown considerable strength and stirred up great waves on Island Mountain, with none of his sect's true prodigies present, such waves seemed somewhat flashy and hollow.
He was an exceedingly confident man. Since beginning his cultivation, he could count the people capable of becoming his opponents on one hand. Anyone weaker than himself was automatically categorized as useless, someone to be looked down upon from on high, not worth a glance.
And defeating a pack of useless people proved nothing in his eyes.
It was precisely because of that thought that he suffered a loss unlike any before.
Had he been more careful, gone all out, and prepared his defenses, the outcome would still have been the same—but at least it would have been somewhat better.
And so, he exploded.
The instant his fist came down, intending to erase the fist imprint Li Su had left behind, the crimson dragon contained within reacted at once. Terrifying dragon might erupted in the first instant, crashing into his mind.
It was as though a terrifying true dragon had plunged straight into his consciousness, ramming even his soul numb.
With his mind wounded, he naturally could not condense his power as solidly as usual. When the crimson dragon's might erupted next, the true mana barrier around his fist was pierced in an instant. That dreadful force traveled directly along his fist and slammed into his body.