Zhunti's expression had turned utterly ugly.
It was not anger or savagery, but a frustration that seeped into his very bones, suppressed to its limit with nowhere to escape.
He was the mighty Saint Zhunti, second leader of the Western Buddhist Sect, a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, an existence unrivaled throughout the ages. Yet now, a junior had forced him into such a predicament.
And that junior was even taking the initiative to provoke him.
"Zhunti, where's that pride of yours as a Sage? Hmph, weren't you going to crush and kill me?"
Ao Cunxin's voice was as clear and cold as ice, echoing over the East Sea's towering waves. Every word was a sharp blade, stabbing unerringly into the tenderest part of Zhunti's heart.
To kill a man, first destroy his heart.
Those words circled madly through Zhunti's mind, refusing to leave.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no matter how he tried, the words would not come.
What could he say?
I was merely holding back just now?
But he had clearly struck with all his strength. That Swastika rune had condensed his entire understanding of the Buddhist School's path and contained the supreme might of a Sage, yet Ao Cunxin had shattered it with a single claw strike, leaving it not the slightest room to resist.
I cannot be bothered to quarrel with a junior like you?
But he stood rooted to the spot, unable to advance or retreat. He did not even dare raise his hand lightly, afraid he would become this junior's whetstone again.
I have important matters to attend to today. We shall fight another day?
But if word of that got out, where would he, a mighty Sage, hide his face?
The corners of Zhunti's mouth twitched violently. His chest