Zhunti's expression had become utterly hideous.
That gloom was neither anger nor savagery, but a frustration that sank deep into his bones, suppressed to its limit with nowhere to vent.
He was the mighty Saint Zhunti, second leader of the Western Buddhist Sect, a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, an existence supreme throughout the ages.
Since when had a junior dared to act so brazenly before him?
Since when had a remnant of the Dragon Race dared to lash out at him without the slightest restraint?
In the old days, before Gu Changqing's rise, before the Interception Sect had grown so powerful-
Never mind a junior; would even the entire Four Seas Dragon Clan have dared say no to him?
Would they have dared bare their teeth at him?
One strike of his palm would have left a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, condemning them beyond redemption.
But now?
Ao Cunxin actually dared to stand before him, head high and chest out, and say something like "Go ahead and try" in that disdainful tone.
And when she said it, her eyes held no fear, no hesitation, not even a trace of reverence.
Only composure. Only certainty.
This was nothing short of naked provocation and contempt.
At that thought, Zhunti felt a surge of blood rush straight to the crown of his head, choking his throat, unable to rise or fall, stifling him until he nearly went mad.
Too far!
This was going too far!
Zhunti's fists clenched with an audible crack, his knuckles turning white.
His chest heaved violently, his breathing grew heavier, and the Buddha Light around him flickered like the sky before a storm, oppressive to the extreme.
At last.
He spoke.
"Hmph!"
His cold snort boomed like divine thunder from the Nine Heavens, sending the