Listening to Li Su, Dragon Palace Taiyi's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.
You took on a True Immortal? You dared to take one on—could I send someone from my side?
Setting aside the matter of status, that brief probe just now—even though it had only been a tentative strike—had still let him glimpse Li Su's astonishing foundations. That was why he had chosen to stop.
With the way the other party had performed, if he truly was at the True Immortal realm, then he was undoubtedly at the ultimate Great Perfection—more than likely, he had broken through his limits.
Though it had only been a probing attack, Dragon Palace Taiyi had been utterly enraged at the time.
He himself was at the perfected early Taiyi stage, possessed nearly a million Great Daos, and could handle ordinary True Immortals as easily as turning over his hand. The gap between them was like a heavenly chasm; directly suppressing and killing them would have posed no issue at all.
Yet not only had the other party sliced him with a backhand sword strike, even his soul had felt as though it were being torn apart.
A dignified Taiyi had had his defenses broken by a True Immortal. Just what kind of monster was that fellow?
Were the Dragon Clan supposed to send a True Immortal to fight? Send whom? A true dragon's offspring?
If it had been some major matter, then fine, send one. But over the actions of a lobster, make a true dragon's offspring risk its life?
Was this a joke?
The Mythical Realm was not some fair and righteous socialism. It was the creed of the strong, where the weak were meat for the strong. Unless the Dragon Palace's core and fundamental interests were involved—like what had