In his alarm.
Sima Xian involuntarily took a step back.
Even he had not realized that his gaze at Chen Heng had unconsciously acquired a measure of horror, his fighting spirit sharply blunted.
The fact that he had studied two Dao scriptures together for convenience, leaving the roots of his qi unstable, was an exceedingly private matter.
Among those close to him, only his elder brother, Sima Tan, knew.
Yet even Sima Tan had only learned the circumstances after spending several days with him, vaguely detecting something amiss, and asking about it.
Who could have imagined that merely by observing the form and substance of his True Qi, Chen Heng would keenly detect the unnaturalness in his qi activity and deduce that the two scriptures within him contradicted one another, clashing irreconcilably?
This truly left Sima Xian dumbfounded.
He felt as though he faced not someone of his own realm, but one of the venerable Golden Core elders of his clan!
But after that brief lapse.
Sima Xian forcibly steadied his mind, sneered repeatedly, and shouted:
"Nonsense, utter nonsense! How many years have you even cultivated? Even counting the time you spent cultivating in a Grotto-Heaven, it must add up to less than sixty years!
"At such an age, how much could you possibly know? Do you think you can frighten me, Sima Xian, into retreating with a few wild claims?
"How arrogant! You have worked out your little scheme far too neatly!"
Having shouted this.
He wasted no more words.
He flicked both sleeves, and two fiery streaks of Crimson Rosy Cloud Shadows shot out, stretching dozens of yards long. In an instant, they leaped skyward, cleaving through clouds with a surging rumble of wind and fire.
Their terrifying force was ferocious enough to melt gold and shear iron!