The air in the hall froze.
Dao Lord Huaqing's face turned livid, and his eyes abruptly narrowed. His gaze settled on Chu Mo like the edge of a sword. He suddenly rose, unleashing a terrifying aura.
"Chu Mo! Do you realize what you're saying?"
Those words-his Dao Path was severed-had struck him right where it hurt.
For those who had yet to wield a source, the only road ahead was the outer path of [Talisman-Wielding]. Those who took it wielded a talisman of Dao Integration to exercise the might of the Great Dao.
Though they, too, basked in the Great Dao's radiance, neither their actual strength nor their personal potential could compare to those at Dao Integration.
Moreover, they were constrained by the Great Dao's seal talisman. A casual word from the Dao Venerable of that path could erase their Dao talisman and cast them back into the mortal dust. Rather than cultivators, they were more like the Dao Venerable's attendants.
Their foundations were even less stable than those of Spirit Transformation cultivators.
At least Spirit Transformation cultivators held their Spirit Realms aloft. Even if a Dao Venerable disliked them, they would not easily fall back into the mortal dust.
Facing Huaqing, whose composure his single remark had shattered and who now looked ready to devour someone, Chu Mo remained perfectly unhurried. He sat steadily in the seat of honor as the Two Forms Sword suddenly appeared beside him, pointing toward Huaqing. He said coldly:
"Who gave you the mongrel's courage to call this lord by name and swagger before me?"
"Good, good, good!" Huaqing laughed in his fury. "Since joining the Enforcement Hall, I have never seen an insolent wretch like you! Today, I'll see just what this newly ascended Source-Wielding Dao Lord can do to dare defy the