Ghost Weariness had only just learned the name "Dao Hua True Man" from his true body. But seeing that the blue-robed Daoist could restrain a Sword Discussion Pavilion powerhouse like Ghost God Sword, while his aura clearly followed the profound orthodox path—deep, rich, and pure—it was only natural for him to guess in that direction.
Obviously, he had guessed correctly.
As his words fell, a piercing, distorted shriek suddenly rang out in the room. Wherever the sound waves passed, the last barrier around Shen Wan shattered with a crash. Her face went pale, and she staggered back a step, striking the stone platform. Yet after that, no further changes occurred.
Before Ghost Weariness, Dao Hua True Man made a Daoist salute. His plain face remained calm and tranquil. "When the source is clean, the stream runs clear; when the form is upright, the shadow stands straight. The reverse is also true. Sir has always behaved differently from ordinary people, so one cannot blame others for thinking that way. As they say, 'Once one's standing collapses, ten thousand things crack apart.' Such is the case."
"Really, it's just that when you see a dog that doesn't eat shit for the first time, who wouldn't be curious enough to come take a look?"
Ghost Weariness's gaze turned icy as he swept it toward Ghost God Sword, who had spoken. That bastard's mouth was far too foul. Later, he would have to think of some method to smash every tooth in that mouth before he could feel satisfied. For now, though, he merely gave a cold laugh.
"And crush an ant underfoot while you're at it for fun?"
He was referring to the attendant on the ground, already crushed beyond human shape by the immense pressure from their clash. No matter what, that