Huang Yuchuan said nothing, staring intently ahead. "Why aren't you speaking? An avatar that has left the main body is effectively an independent entity so long as the main body does not interfere. It should be able to speak, shouldn't it?"
In the depths of the void ahead.
Dao Wushuang stood there bare-chested, his black hair casually draped behind him. He was tall, with perfectly defined muscles. An invisible pressure distorted the surrounding void, astonishingly formidable.
Huang Yuchuan narrowed his eyes at Dao Wushuang.
This man was somewhat different from what he had heard.
Rumor had it that Dao Wushuang usually loved drinking, carried no airs, and was naturally free-spirited and casual. Only when important matters arose would he reveal the majestic side of himself that could not be defied.
Though this man was merely an avatar, he should not have differed so greatly. Not only did he lack the slightest trace of easygoing freedom, he was instead filled with savage energy, as though a Great Dao Furnace lay within him, ready to erupt at any moment.
His face was cold and indifferent, while his eyes were as tranquil as stagnant water, revealing a desolation utterly devoid of emotion.
Huang Yuchuan felt that Dao Wushuang was more like a corpse that had developed intelligence. Even his aura felt that way—cold and wild.
"Since you refuse to speak, don't blame me."
Huang Yuchuan vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, dragon roars resounded through heaven and earth. Dao Wushuang was sent flying backward in an instant, blasted away by Huang Yuchuan, who had suddenly appeared before him and thrown a punch.
"I have long heard of your great name. Though you are only an avatar today, you were the one who launched a sneak attack first. Do not blame me