"Just a breeze. Nothing of consequence."
Chu Kuangren smiled faintly.
His voice was neither loud nor soft, and he made no attempt to conceal his words.
Outside Longtian Palace, the disciples' expressions shifted upon hearing him. They wanted to argue, but when they opened their mouths, they did not know what to say.
Or rather, they had no answer.
Several Heavenly Prides looked utterly crestfallen, unwilling to accept it yet helpless.
"With you here, my young friend Chu, all the Heavenly Prides in this world have been reduced to mediocrity," the Taixu Temple Master said with a sigh as he looked at Chu Kuangren.
"What you said, Temple Master... I do not deny it."
Chu Kuangren showed not a shred of modesty.
Because, in his eyes, this was indeed a fact. Even a Young Emperor had no power to fight back against him.
If even a Young Emperor fared so, what of the other so-called Heavenly Prides?
Thus, before him, no one could be called a Heavenly Pride.
The corners of the Taixu Temple Master's mouth twitched slightly. He had truly never met anyone so thick-skinned, without the slightest sense of modesty.
Chu Kuangren certainly lived up to his name.
"Temple Master, please," Chu Kuangren said calmly, already eager to debate the Dao with this Supreme Supreme.
"You are a guest, and also my junior. Please go first."
"Then I will."
Daoist Rhyme spread around Chu Kuangren, and a Heavenly Dao Sword condensed above his head. Several beams of sword light shot forth, heading straight for the Taixu Temple Master.
"What a sharp Sword Dao Rhythm. Not bad." The Taixu Temple Master chuckled. An ethereal Daoist Rhyme gathered around him, forming a churning sea of clouds that enveloped the beams of sword light.
In an instant, the beams of sword