Chapter 500: Anger, a Hundredfold Suppression! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The boundary stone reflected the battle on the stage, while atop the Buddhist hall, the three sages' dharma forms sat majestic and solemn.

The Buddha Sovereign smiled and said, "They will represent our Canglan Realm in combat. To claim the top spot, there must be rewards—I am willing to offer fifty cities' incense as a gift. What about you two?"

Hearing the Buddha Sovereign's words, the Literary Sage and the Master Jian Sheng glanced at him; both were sages, masters of the Dao of Heaven, and could easily see that among this generation's prodigies, the Twin Buddha Child was by far the most terrifying—clearly surpassing all others by a wide margin. The top spot would almost certainly end up in his hands.

This was his master's way of secretly gathering incense for his disciple.

But to have them match him with gifts… the Literary Sage smiled sweetly and said, "I offer thirty cities' incense to the second-place finisher!"

He had great confidence in Lin Lin Shuhai's strength; the only obstacle was Chi Guang.

You give to first, I give to second—it's only fair.

The Master Jian Sheng's eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "Since both of you have such refined tastes, I shall offer twenty cities' incense to the third-place finisher."

He could not stop the other from giving fifty cities' incense to his own disciple, but each could give to their own.

Yet, whether Hao Master Yue could secure third place, the Master Jian Sheng had little certainty—too many obstacles stood before him: Chi Guang, Lin Lin Shuhai, and also Qingfeng.

Had the Sword Master not previously mentioned that Li Hao was under thirty and had cultivated for too short a time, one might have guessed from Li Hao's earlier sword strike that had defeated Hao Master Yue—he had clearly held back, even capable of challenging for second place.

Seeing their thoughts, the Buddha Sovereign sighed softly and said, "Ten slots are up for grabs in this journey, competing against the heavens, vying for the top hundred. Those who ultimately make the top ten are each one in ten thousand from their realms—perhaps only one will advance. Only by concentrating incense resources can we cultivate the most outstanding prodigy."

The Literary Sage and the Master Jian Sheng's gazes sharpened as they turned to him.

"Since both of you are willing to contribute fifty cities' incense each, together a hundred cities—enough to ignite a single stick of incense—why not bestow it all upon the first-place finisher? It will ignite their determination to compete. If either of your esteemed disciples claims first, I shall publicly congratulate them." The Buddha Sovereign said.

The Literary Sage's expression darkened; the matter had been laid bare—he now saw the Buddha Sovereign's resolve.

"I've long heard the Buddha Sovereign is exceptionally devoted to his disciples. Today, I've finally witnessed it."

The Literary Sage chuckled lightly, but his words carried hidden mockery.

The Master Jian Sheng said coldly, "If second and third place merely lose by a narrow margin, such a disparity in rewards will breed complacency."

The Buddha Sovereign replied, "On the path of martial cultivation, defeat is defeat—there is no 'narrow defeat.' Before life and death, a single thread divides."

Seeing the Buddha Sovereign had spoken so firmly for his disciple, the Literary Sage and the Master Jian Sheng fell silent.

Soon after Chi Guang's battle concluded, the Buddha Sovereign announced the reward for first place in a booming voice.

Hearing the reward of a hundred cities' incense, many in the crowd's eyes gleamed.

Chi Guang's eyes burned with intensity—three sages had jointly offered a hundred cities' incense! He would fight to claim first place!

Elsewhere in the crowd, Lin Lin Shuhai's eyes sparkled faintly, a smile tugging at his lips.

Hao Master Yue's brows furrowed, a flicker of malice in his eyes. To be honest, he had little confidence in winning first place; his earlier defeat at the hands of Qingfeng had cracked his Dao heart, and though his master had helped him seal it, elevating his sword intent, even now, after seeing the Twin Buddha Child, he felt uncertain again.

The once boundless arrogance of the prodigy seemed to have been cleaved clean away by that single sword strike on the Sacred Mountain of the Sword Ancestor.

But such a great temptation—a hundred cities' incense—equivalent to centuries of arduous cultivation!

This incense was tightly controlled by the sages; it was like taking money from their own pockets—immensely difficult to obtain. To earn a hundred cities' incense was no small feat! "If only I had another ten years…"

Hao Master Yue's eyes blazed with intensity, cursing the brevity of time and the swift passage of years.

Beyond them, other prodigies also wore expressions of envy—yet they knew this reward was only for first place. Though each carried the pride of a prodigy, none were blindly overconfident.

The Buddha Sovereign's words spread through the boundary stone's reflection, reaching every corner of the Canglan Realm.

Instantly, countless voices sang praises of the three sages' generosity and righteousness; in cities across the dynasties, many new followers arose, offering more incense to them.

Li Hao heard the Buddha Sovereign's words and was surprised—a hundred cities' incense could ignite a single stick of incense, shortening his path to sainthood by another hundred years.

A hundred years—vast to him, longer than an ordinary human lifetime.

Soon after Chi Guang's battle ended, the third match began: Bian Bian Ruxue versus Li Li Qingyi.

Hearing the Buddha Sovereign's announcement, Li Li Qingyi knew she had no chance—she could not possibly defeat her senior brother Lin Lin Shuhai—but still felt a surge of inspiration, sensing the three sages' great emphasis on this battle.

"Be careful—your opponent is the youngest Holy Maiden of the Sword Ancestor's Sacred Land."

"Though young, her master is the Master Jian Sheng, but I hear she's only at the Four Poles Realm."

Other Holy Sons whispered to Li Li Qingyi, passing along gathered intelligence.

Among the many Holy Maidens of the Literary Ancestor's Sacred Land, Li Li Qingyi was a favorite—her father was the Literary Sage, a figure of extraordinary status, and the girl herself was sweet, naive, warm, and lively, beloved by all.

"Understood!"

Hearing her fellow disciples' warnings, Li Li Qingyi nodded firmly—anyone who reached this stage was no ordinary person.

Quickly, two graceful figures floated onto the stage, and the formation sealed shut.

Seeing two peerless beauties about to clash, the crowd erupted in cheers.

For this battle, Li Li Qingyi did not conceal her identity as she had against Li Hao—she unleashed her true power.

She raised her hand, and a scroll flew from her sleeve—a sacred text treasure, equivalent to a swordsman's divine sword.

As she channeled her power, the pages fluttered like wind-tossed leaves, and wondrous phenomena appeared behind her: eight chapters of the book, now opening first the Demon and Monster chapter, then the Spirit and Ghost chapter.

Numerous grotesque shadows emerged, surging like a flood toward Bian Bian Ruxue.

Bian Bian Ruxue's gaze was cold and still, her posture upright, her face bearing a faint trace of her master's Master Jian Sheng's transcendent detachment. Suddenly, she drew her sword—the blade's light illuminated all around.

One sword—frost rises! Two swords—snow flies!

Instantly, the stage became a frozen wasteland; endless icy winds tore through, shredding the wondrous shadows.

"Ice and Snow Sword Intent!"

The Four Poles Realm erupted—her Primordial Spirit hovered above her head. Bian Bian Ruxue struck with her utmost strength, showing no mercy.

Li Li Qingyi smiled, and the scroll before her flipped rapidly, revealing the Human Realm chapter.

From the book stepped an old man, wearing a straw hat, a wine gourd at his waist, his expression serene. Suddenly, he removed his hat—and the hat spun like a blade, severing the surrounding ice and snow sword intent. "My heart faces the bright moon!"

Li Li Qingyi whispered.

Her words became law; behind her, a bright moon emerged, its light converging in the old man's hand, forming a blade of light—condensing moonlight into a sword, cleaving yin and yang! A vast sword intent surged forth, like a peerless swordsman, cracking the ice and snow as if a great wind had blown through—this wind was not hot, yet it melted the cold.

Bian Bian Ruxue's eyes widened in shock—through literary cultivation, this woman had generated such terrifying sword qi.

"I establish my soul upon heaven and earth!"

Li Li Qingyi's eyes blazed with brilliance; behind her, a vast heaven-and-earth dharma form manifested. Her body flew backward, merging with the dharma form, as boundless power surged into her—the old man's aura exploded with even greater might.

Suddenly, he raised the blade of light and slashed.

Boom! The ice and snow shattered.

Bian Bian Ruxue tried to block—but could not. She revealed her ultimate realm, yet her power was suppressed, inferior by a notch—and her ice and snow sword intent was severed by the old man summoned from the book!

Her literary intent was stronger than her sword intent! Return to the Void!

Bian Bian Ruxue dodged the blow and rushed toward Li Li Qingyi with blinding speed.

"Heaven and Earth, Eight Directions!"

Li Li Qingyi whispered.

Around the dharma form, magma erupted, hurricanes roared, creating a massive spectacle. As Bian Bian Ruxue's figure appeared, she was immediately forced back.

The old man surged forward, also unleashing Return to the Void—a single slash severed hundreds of Bian Bian Ruxue's blue-black locks.

The outcome was clear.

Seeing this, the crowd was stunned, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

No one expected the clash within the Literary Ancestor's Sacred Land to be so fierce and grand.

Through the boundary stone's reflection, countless observers witnessed the result. Some wondered why the Sword Ancestor's Holy Maiden had not used a heaven-and-earth dharma form.

But no one offered an answer.

Only a few knew Bian Bian Ruxue lacked a heaven-and-earth dharma form—and those few were of high status, all present in person.

Bian Bian Ruxue's lips curled in bitterness—she had not even made the top ten.

Yet, recalling her master's words, her heart eased slightly.

After all, she lacked a heaven-and-earth dharma form, and she was still too young… but as she thought of this, she could not help but recall the figure who had defeated Hao Master Yue with a single sword strike.

The Sword Master said the man was under thirty, yet his sword had already entered the Dao.

Thinking of this, her eyes flickered slightly as she looked down into the crowd, spotting that figure.

He was watching the match too. Their gazes met—Bian Bian Ruxue's eyes trembled slightly, and suddenly, she felt something indescribable.

But quickly, she recalled the figure from her childhood, and her heart calmed again—then she thought of her sword.

After all these years, she still could not fully sever it—perhaps this was the final obstacle on her sword path.

Thinking of this, her gaze turned icy. Without a word, she turned and descended the stage, yet countless images faded from her mind.

Watching her victorious opponent, she understood—if she continued like this, she would lose again, surpassed one by one by these prodigies.

She must sever it completely—freeze her heart with ice, then shatter it! Thinking of this, she felt a sudden awakening.

On the Buddhist hall, the Master Jian Sheng sensed something. His gaze swept down and saw Bian Bian Ruxue seated in the audience, eyes closed, yet a subtle Dao rhythm encircled her.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, then he smiled, waved his hand—and Bian Bian Ruxue vanished from her seat, appearing before him. Yet this teleportation did not disturb her—she remained with her eyes closed.

He merely isolated the distractions around her, shielding her from interference.

The Literary Sage and the Buddha Sovereign turned to look. The Literary Sage's eyes widened in surprise, smiling warmly: "Congratulations, Master Jian Sheng. I never expected your disciple's talent to be so rare—she has awakened mid-battle! This is clearly a sign she is nearing entry into the Dao."

"Still, your daughter's talent is even greater—she defeated her effortlessly, creating the very opportunity for this awakening."

The Master Jian Sheng smiled.

Bian Bian Ruxue's awakening brought him great comfort.

He had known all her past struggles, and he knew that for her to enter the Dao, she must take this step.

Now, at last, she had awakened on her own.

"Look! The Holy Maiden Bian Bian Ruxue has appeared beside the Master Jian Sheng!"

"She seems to be cultivating!"

"No—it's not cultivation. It's awakening! She's in awakening!"

"My heavens! She lost the battle, yet she awakened?!"

"No wonder she became a Holy Maiden before thirty—her talent is too monstrous!"

Below the stage, countless people were stunned. Cultivators often speak of sudden enlightenment, but truly achieving it is extremely difficult and exceedingly rare.

If one achieves sudden enlightenment during battle, stimulated by pressure, that's understandable—but after defeat, one's mind is usually shattered; to achieve sudden enlightenment afterward is terrifying.

"Hm?"

Li Li Qingyi ended her cultivation and stepped down, seeing this scene, she too was surprised, then sighed helplessly—she never expected to become her opponent's stepping stone.

Chi Guang and Lin Lin Shuhai and others also looked over, but their expressions barely changed; they quickly withdrew their gazes.

Sudden enlightenment is merely a defeated opponent, not among the top ten; the gap between them is too vast to warrant consideration.

Since beginning cultivation, all prodigies have experienced sudden enlightenment—it's just that the timing of this one's enlightenment drew unusual attention.

With the third match concluded, the next bout was between Li Hao and the Buddhist disciple.

Li Hao did not delay; as soon as the stage cleared, he stepped onto it. His tall, upright figure immediately drew the entire arena's gaze.

On the other side, the Buddhist holy son ascended the stage, drawing only murmurs among the Buddhist disciples.

"It's the Pu Hua Holy Son!"

"This fight will be worth watching—if Qingfeng underestimates the Pu Hua Holy Son, he'll suffer dearly!"

"The Pu Hua Holy Son once traded three blows with the Twin Buddha Sons—he specializes in divine abilities, and he's terrifying."

As the formation solidified, the stage was sealed.

The Pu Hua Holy Son, clad in white-gold robes, smiled, yet his eyes held a faint edge; he clasped his hands before Li Hao and said, "Master, a pleasure to meet you."

Li Hao sensed the change in his demeanor from earlier warmth, but he still nodded slightly in return—etiquette met with etiquette.

After the greetings, Li Hao cultivated sword qi in his palms, without concealment, nor any intention to launch a sudden strike.

The Pu Hua Holy Son's entire body erupted in brilliant Buddhist light; behind him appeared a towering Arhat Dharma Form, and simultaneously, a golden fissure split open on his forehead, shooting forth divine radiance.

"Heavenly Eye!"

Opening the third eye allows one to perceive battle changes with greater precision.

As the heavenly eye split open, the Pu Hua Holy Son suddenly saw black mist swirling around Li Hao's hands; his face changed, and he angrily said, "Master, you are a demon cultivator!"

"Hm?"

Li Hao paused, then looked at his own hands—the killing resentment he had absorbed had been sealed within his divine blood and was still being refined; how could this man see it? "As a demon cultivator, how dare you enter our Buddhist pure land? You have great audacity!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son's gaze turned icy, the edge in his eyes sharpening.

His words spread, shocking countless people below.

Demon cultivator?

Was Qingfeng a demon cultivator? Many imperial princes, princesses, and noble sons exchanged glances, astonished and bewildered.

This news, transmitted through the realm stone, stirred uproar across the entire Canglan Realm.

Though the Sacred Lands were highly tolerant, allowing demons and humans to coexist, for the vast majority of commoners, the idea of man-eating demons and bloodthirsty demon cultivators remained unbearable—everyone despised them.

Outside the stage, Chi Guang, Lin Lin Shuhai, and others were slightly surprised, but their expressions barely changed.

Commoners feared demon cultivators because they were defenseless, born of fear—but as cultivators, especially top-tier prodigies, they all knew: the blade does not harm; it is the one who wields it.

Whether demon cultivator or demon beast, properly harnessed, both could serve as forces to defend humanity.

Those divine beasts, too, originated from demons—only after being subdued and tamed did they come to be revered.

Demons feed on humans; human prodigies cultivate by consuming demons. The difference lies only in race, not in good or evil.

Thus, even knowing Li Hao was a demon cultivator, they saw no great issue—it was all for cultivation; as long as this power served humanity, it was beneficial.

Yet the Buddhist disciples below the stage all changed color, staring at Li Hao in shock and anger.

Li Hao frowned, scanning the crowd. Besides Lin Lin Qingying, whom he knew, and the alchemists like Lin Lin Shanhai watching from the stands, their faces filled with worry for him, the majority of unfamiliar imperial princes and noble heirs watching the match wore expressions of shock and disdain.

Li Hao looked up toward the highest Buddha statue in the temple; it gazed down at him, expressionless, as if viewing ants on earth.

Li Hao withdrew his gaze, feeling a touch of irony—the Buddha had mistaken his transmutation of killing resentment for demonic qi. But it was not demonic qi at all; he was guiding those killing resentments toward rebirth.

If one truly spoke of demonic qi, the greatest demonic qi was the Buddha himself.

According to the half-sage spider demon's words, the Buddha had likely reached the Final Stage of Universal Power—he too absorbed these killing resentments, and perhaps even deliberately cultivated the countless killing resentments within the Floating Life Demon Realm…

At this thought, Li Hao's heart jolted—if so, this Buddha's ambitions were vast: he sought to become a saint through dual cultivation of incense worship and the Way!

Li Hao took a deep breath, looked at the Buddha's golden face illuminated by divine light, and said coldly, "Don't slander me. What demon cultivator? If you insist on calling me one, then aren't your Twin Buddha Sons demon cultivators too?!"

"He is different—he was born with a demonic heart invading him, fighting the Heavenly Demon since birth, burdened with great vows and destiny. His life's fate is to subdue his inner demon—truly great. You, however, willingly fall into corruption!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son's eyes narrowed, his tone icy.

Li Hao stared at him, then suddenly laughed. "He has demonic qi inside, demonic forms outside—he's burdened with great vows, a savior. But when it's me, it's voluntary corruption?"

"No need to justify yourself. As a human, to cultivate such vile techniques deserves death!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son's gaze was open, filled with righteous might: "Though I know your sword art has entered the Dao, and I may not defeat you, I will still use all my life's strength to suppress you—to let Buddhist light illuminate the world and protect humanity!"

Upon hearing these words, cheers erupted from cities across dozens of kingdoms in the Canglan Realm.

Merely these words earned the Pu Hua Holy Son the faith of many; after this, temples would be built for him, incense offered.

Li Hao wanted to laugh—he was beginning to guess the man's true intent.

"You know my sword art has entered the Dao, and my sword Dao is not demonic—why would I need to cultivate demonic techniques? My sword Dao alone is enough to roam unchecked. Why rely on demonic cultivation?!"

Li Hao declared loudly.

"Such arrogance is excessive. Your sword art may be strong, enough to defeat us, but compared to top-tier prodigies, you still fall short. To compete for the top ten—or even first—in the Supreme Prodigy Tournament, greed has lured you into demonic cultivation. It's only natural."

The Pu Hua Holy Son said.

Hearing this, many thought it reasonable: Li Hao's sword power could easily secure a top-ten spot in Canglan, but challenging the myriad heavens for the top ten was daunting—so resorting to demonic cultivation to gain an edge seemed plausible.

Li Hao heard the man's words and laughed.

"If you claim I'm a demon cultivator, then produce proof!" Li Hao said dismissively.

"You miscalculated—I happen to possess a divine illumination technique capable of revealing demonic qi!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son, as if anticipating Li Hao's reply, sneered, then his entire body blazed with golden light.

Li Hao's eyes narrowed slightly; his inner power surged, gathering in his arms, his divine blood spinning rapidly to refine the black mist.

Simultaneously, he suppressed his aura, and a hundred layers of Dao Domains unfolded, one atop another, blocking the Buddhist light.

"A hundred Dao Domains!!"

Seeing Li Hao's Dao Domains, the crowd below was stunned, erupting in uproar! This scene, projected through the realm stone, left cities across dozens of kingdoms in the Canglan Realm in stunned silence.

The Tai Ping Dao Domain was already a top-tier power in any kingdom—yet Li Hao had condensed a hundred Dao Domains! "What?!"

Chi Guang's pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of shock in his eyes. A hundred Dao Domains required immense effort; though less direct than entering the Dao through technique, their layered accumulation could reach a critical point and transform into overwhelming power.

He had never devoted himself to this path—it was too time-consuming, with low returns.

Only when technique hit a bottleneck would one turn to refining Dao Domains, accumulating more power.

Lin Lin Shuhai's eyes also showed seriousness: Sword Dao entered, plus a hundred Dao Domains—this power was truly top-prodigy level.

Among the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the Sword Ancestor Sacred Ground, all were stunned—they had never seen Li Hao's true strength before.

Earlier, Li Hao had defeated Hao Master Yue with a single sword, clearly holding back—was this his true reserve?!

Among the crowd, Jiang Jiang Yingyue, watching from below, her eyes gleamed with excitement.

A hundred Dao Domains!

Compared to the 97 mentioned by the Sword Master in the Sword Tower, Li Hao had condensed three more in just a short time!

This is his true power! I knew it! I always knew it!!

Jiang Jiang Yingyue trembled with excitement. He had revealed this secret only to Yao Zu—never to anyone else, holding it inside until he nearly fell ill. Seeing Li Hao defeat Chi Guang in the Divine Dynasty Outsider Tournament without using Dao Domains, he knew Li Hao had held back. Everyone claimed Chi Guang hadn't used his full strength—but did Qingfeng really use his full strength?!

"A hundred Dao Domains—just the Domains alone can halt the flow of laws and divine abilities!"

Jiang Jiang Yingyue's eyes shone.

Onstage, the Buddhist light could not advance a single inch beyond Li Hao's Dao Domains.

A hundred Dao Domains were sufficient to block his divine abilities, preventing any intrusion.

"You dare not show your true face?!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son cried out in shock and fury.

Li Hao sneered: "Your divine ability is too weak—it can't even reveal anything. Can't win, so you resort to empty slander? Where in my displayed power is there even a trace of demonic cultivation?!"

Within his Dao Domains, sword qi permeated—it was clearly a sword domain, utterly unrelated to demonic cultivation.

Hearing Li Hao's words, many below also looked at him with doubt—indeed, they saw no trace of demonic cultivation. Moreover, with his sword Dao and a hundred Dao Domains, was there even any need to cultivate demonic techniques? "Demonic bandit, still trying to justify yourself!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son, enraged and flushed, found his divine laws utterly unable to penetrate Li Hao's Dao Domains.

Within Li Hao's arms, his divine blood surged; the killing resentments were being refined faster, their aura gradually fading.

He raised his hand, drawing a sword qi from empty air, and slashed it toward the Pu Hua Holy Son.

"Is this sword strike demonic?!"

The sword qi was like a gentle breeze, illuminating heaven and earth, pure and bright green, radiating boundless sword might.

The Pu Hua Holy Son's pupils contracted; behind him, the Dharma Form of heaven and earth roared: "If I cannot save this demon, I vow never to become a Buddha!!"

"Such obsession is already demonic!"

Li Hao looked down with disdain and said coldly.

His sword light fell abruptly, cleaving open the opponent's Dharma Form of heaven and earth; the hundred Dao Domains crushed it like rotten straw, destroying his laws utterly.

Li Hao stepped forward, instantly teleporting via Gui Xu to stand before the man, kicked him out of his Dharma Form, and crushed him beneath his foot—the stage cracked.

"You say I'm a demon—so what? Is there any rule forbidding demon cultivators from competing?"

The Pu Hua Holy Son, pinned beneath Li Hao's foot, defeated on the stage, spat golden blood infused with divine power; he gritted his teeth: "There's no such rule—but I forbid it!"

"What are you?"

Li Hao laughed. "I not only can compete—I will take first place!"

The Pu Hua Holy Son's pupils shrank—he understood Li Hao's implication: if Li Hao won first, the Buddha would personally grant him incense from a hundred cities. For a Buddhist sect to grant incense from a hundred cities to a demon cultivator—this would be an unforgivable disgrace, a brutal slap to the Buddhist sect's face! "You—you dare not!"

The Holy Son of Pu Hua clenched his teeth, golden light flickering in his eyes as if preparing an attack.

Li Hao's eyes suddenly shot out two blades of light; meeting his gaze, sword intent surged and pierced through his eyeballs.

The Holy Son of Pu Hua screamed, blood spurting from his eyes as he raised his hands to cover his eye sockets.

Li Hao lifted his foot and kicked him hard, sending him flying into the spell array's barrier, declaring victory in this battle.

Seeing Li Hao's brutality, everyone was stunned. Though the Holy Son of Pu Hua claimed Li Hao was a demonic cultivator, he offered no proof—only empty words—while Li Hao's displayed power shocked them all; his hundred-layer Dao domain had humbled countless prodigies.

"I don't care whether you're a demonic cultivator, but winning first place? That seems unlikely."

Chi Guang said to Li Hao: though the hundred-layer Dao domain startled him greatly, his own strength was not afraid—his Dao domain, though not a hundred layers, still reached fifty, enough to barely resist; combined with his true power, he could pierce through Li Hao's Dao domain!

"How unlikely?"

Li Hao looked at him, his mood sour, no longer the earlier pleasant expression: "By you?"

Chi Guang froze. The earlier Li Hao had seemed refined and easygoing, utterly casual—but now he was like a sword with bared blade, untouchable.

He suddenly realized: if one's sword art had entered the Dao, how could one lack a prodigy's sharp brilliance?

He did not rage; instead, he laughed. "That's better. Interesting. I hope when we meet again, you won't regret those words."

"No need to wait. To defeat you requires only one sword. I can silence you anytime!"

Li Hao said coldly.

(End of Chapter)