Li Chuan had not raised his eyelids from beginning to end, as though the terrifying Yin-Yang Venerable before him were nothing more than an insignificant cold wind.
Being ignored so thoroughly, Li Wudao's expression darkened at once.
He had always been fiercely protective of his own. His treasured disciple, Xu Ping'an, was currently in the Azurewood Sect. The man before him radiated boundless Killing Intent and was steeped in slaughter; if he harbored malicious designs, the consequences would be unthinkable.
With that thought, Dao Rhythm began circulating around Li Wudao. Two Yin-Yang fish spun at high speed, transforming into two enormous light wheels the size of millstones that hovered in the air. Their pressure spread across heaven and earth as it bore down upon Li Chuan. "This Venerable is speaking to you. Are you deaf, or is there guilt in your heart?"
Faced with that terrifying aura locking onto him, Li Chuan finally raised his eyes slowly. There was not a ripple in his pitch-black, abyssal gaze, and his voice was as placid as stagnant water. "I have not set my sights on the Azurewood Sect."
How could such a casually spoken sentence put Li Wudao at ease?
The Killing Intent around this man had nearly condensed into substance. One look told Li Wudao that he was a vicious figure whose hands were drenched in blood. Such a weightless explanation was no explanation at all.
"Quibbling!"
Li Wudao snorted coldly and formed seals with both hands. The Yin-Yang fish instantly erupted with black-and-white divine radiance and were about to suppress Li Chuan.
In his eyes, an Evil Cultivator like this, burdened with killing karma, ought to be slain to eliminate future trouble.
At that critical moment, a gentle azure spiritual radiance spread over from the direction of the Azurewood Sect.