"What nerve. Had worldly affairs not kept me occupied, I should have gone down the mountain earlier and killed you, you wretch."
The Daoist wore a black robe and had gray hair, a long beard, hawklike eyes, high cheekbones, and a lean frame. Provoked by Lian Youming, his expression barely changed, but killing intent surged in his eyes.
"You're just like your master. Once he mastered his skills, he ran wild and did whatever he pleased. In the end, someone broke his leg, and he came to a miserable end. Heh heh, judging by the time, his cultivation should have dissipated and killed him long ago. Now it seems you're going to follow in his footsteps."
Lian Youming had looked calm, but at those words, his mouth split into a strange grin. Like a savage tiger opening its jaws or a wild dragon raising its eyes, he took on a vicious, arrogant look that scorned everything.
"Your cultivation really is pathetic. Back when the old man was rampaging through the martial world, the likes of you were probably no better than stray dogs by the roadside. Now you've gained a little strength through sheer age, and you dare bare your teeth at me?"
Looking at the man's swollen chest and abdomen, he sneered. "With nothing but that paltry Great Toad Breath, I could crush you with one hand!" Great Toad Breath was the foundational method of the Golden Toad Sect's Toad-Fishing Skill, equivalent to the stake work internal martial arts disciples first learned upon joining. But the former developed elixir skill, while the latter strengthened vital essence and energy: one refined internal breath, and the other tempered muscles and bones.
"Arrogant fool!"
The black-robed Daoist's gaze turned vicious. With a long cry, he covered the distance in a few quick