Lu Bei swallowed the Demonic Heart Relic, and his fully realized Divine Ability began to swell up again in his supposedly downtrodden heart.
He laughed at King Yan's mediocre abilities, a mere scholar with no martial prowess, all he does is bury his head in his script.
As for King Xin and Liu God, they were not even worth a sneer - one a boot-licker, the other effeminate, neither could be considered heroes of their time.
All the supposedly great human tribes, like Zhao Qin, looked like nothing more than fools in his eyes. Even without the benevolence of the two palace masters, he was confident he could obliterate them single-handedly.
His ability to self-regulate was extreme, and his swaggering arrogance cooled down very quickly.
If humility was the true essence of cultivation, and being modest was the way to longevity, then maintaining a sense of awe wouldn't be wrong.
