Lu Xuan had not said that to put on airs or strike back with words.
The man genuinely was not worthy.
A defeated opponent who could not withstand even three of his sword strikes had no right to ask his name.
Besides, the man had already reached Foundation Establishment, yet remained so unruly, speaking without restraint and making enemies at will. How many days could such a witless fool live?
Sooner or later, death awaited him.
A man marked for death was not worthy of asking his name.
The young man flew into a rage at Lu Xuan's words and said coldly:
"Do you know who I am?"
"I am a registered inner disciple of the Primordial Chaos Church in Quicksand Province. My elder brother is the church's chief disciple!"
Quicksand Province? The Primordial Chaos Church?
Lu Xuan had heard a little of the church. It was a great sect founded upon the Myriad Spirits of Primordial Chaos and devoted to the arts of transformation.
But trying to cow him with the name of a great sect and the standing of its chief disciple... what a joke.
Listening to him, Lu Xuan almost felt as though the young man were reciting his own credentials to frighten himself.
He shook his head and gave a rueful laugh.
"My younger brother is a fool, with the temperament of a wolf. It was only right for you to teach him a lesson, fellow Daoist."
"But why did you shake your head and laugh upon hearing my church's name? Is the Primordial Chaos Church so contemptible that it earns your scorn?"
Just then, a cold voice came through the boundless Astral Wind.
The Astral Wind parted abruptly as though obeying a decree, revealing a calm, windless path. A young man walked slowly out of