"Among those from Small Worlds, how many can truly be strong?"
Hearing Di Cangtian's words, Jiang Yun frowned slightly. "Fellow Daoist Di, mind your words."
"I wasn't talking about you," Di Cangtian explained.
"It's just that Small Worlds truly aren't much. Many people still haven't adjusted to the change in their status."
His meaning was simple: in your Small Worlds, you were supreme existences, but once you reached the Nine Domains, you were not worth mentioning.
A dragon had to coil, and a tiger had to lie prone.
Those words were not wrong. Even the strongest Great Emperor of the Yuanyang Continent would only amount to middling strength in the Nine Domains.
But they should not have come from him—a person who had not even reached the Immortal King realm.
What right did he have to say such things?
Xu Zimo raised his head slightly and glanced at him.
"A mere thing not even at Nirvana Void dares to spout such grand words?"
He clenched his right hand, and boundless pressure from the void condensed around them.
Within the shattered void, Xu Zimo leaped up and kicked straight at him.
With that kick, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was as though the force of ten thousand jun had gathered within that kick.
Di Cangtian snorted coldly. Unwilling to show weakness, he swung his right fist and smashed it heavily against Xu Zimo's foot.
With a boom, the powerful eruption sent him flying.
He rolled several times across the ground before finally stopping.
"You're courting death!" Di Cangtian rose to his feet and stared at Xu Zimo with icy eyes.
"What?" Xu Zimo waved a hand and spoke calmly.
Three thousand Dao threads wound around Di Cangtian's body. With a wave of his hand, the threads split