Suppress This Scoundrel

Ostentatious. Overbearing.

Looking at him, Li Su's brows furrowed slightly.

His personality was far too distinct; even his aura was steeped in an arrogance that looked down upon all beneath heaven.

To behave like this on such an occasion—there was no question that this sort of temperament was deeply problematic.

Yet it was not unexpected.

This aura matched his saber intent.

Once cultivation reached a certain realm, especially after touching upon the Great Dao, one's personality would change to some extent, increasingly aligning with one's Dao.

Wei Wujiang was a saber cultivator. He cultivated a domineering saber, a merciless saber, its intent permeating both body and soul.

The more so it was, the more indisputable it became that his saber intent hungered for blood.

At such close range, it felt as though a savage beast had fixed its gaze upon him. Even the air carried an unbearable, trembling dread.

"How presumptuous!"

Now that Li Su had been acknowledged as an Interception Sect Dao Child, his status was naturally no longer the same. The five maidservants standing behind him immediately changed expression, anger flashing across their faces.

This was not a wager battle, but the grand hall of an Interception Sect banquet.

Such conduct was simply a complete disregard for the Interception Sect.

Li Su waved a hand. At the same time, he extended his own, pressing his index and middle fingers together as he stabbed downward like a sword.

Clang!

The cry of a sword rang out, and sword intent rose.

Equally peerless, equally unmatched, sword intent carrying an unparalleled will erupted directly, slashing toward Wei Wujiang's outstretched hand.

Wei Wujiang's pupils shrank slightly. Ferocity flashed through his leopard-like eyes as he flipped his hand and swept it out. His palm became a saber, cleaving straight at Li Su's sword