The man Ao Yang called Ao Zhongdu was a valiant-looking man.
He was powerfully built and stood over ten feet tall, with high cheekbones and a prominent nose bridge. He wore the Dragon-Coiled Crystal Helmet, Golden Chainmail, and a pair of Green Leather Cloud-Rolling Boots, with a scarlet Cloud-Riding Dharma Robe over them.
Imposing and fearsome, he resembled a divine general commanding the Star Palace, unmistakably extraordinary at first glance!
"It seems this Gang Baleful Intent Martial Dao really has brought you considerable achievements..."
Ao Yang saw that although his blood energy lay dormant within his body, motionless and silent, it resembled a mighty celestial river that had endured through the ages.
At the slightest stirring of his will, it would immediately boil up, unleashing power enough to shake the four poles of heaven and earth!
Seeing this, Ao Yang nodded and sighed with feeling.
"The Immortal Dao has Dao Lords, so why should the Martial Dao not have Venerables? Even you, Grandfather, are a Divine Lord of the Divine Dao, aren't you? All receive their mandate through the Mystery Tribulation. How could anyone draw a clear distinction between superior and inferior?"
Ao Zhongdu smiled freely at this, strode brazenly up the jade steps, and plopped down opposite Ao Yang before speaking.
"Back then, Grandfather, you didn't want me cultivating the Martial Dao and tried every means to dissuade me. What do you say now?"
Ao Yang shook his head and merely chuckled.
"Though all receive their mandate through the Mystery Tribulation, why do you think the orthodox Immortal Dao is called orthodox?"
Ao Zhongdu raised his eyebrows and was about to argue, but Ao Yang raised a hand to stop him.
"I hear you've fought several more bouts with True Lord Liu Tuo of the Divine Control Sect lately?"