Gazing at the menacing masked man, Jiu Da felt an inexplicable sense of humiliation. As a Great Asura King of the Feitian Clan and a saintly monk of the Krahoh God Temple, when had he ever been directly threatened for his life? But the opponent was just too powerful; the thunderous pathway that stretched for thousands of miles had nearly overturned his understanding of martial arts. He had thought that his opponent was a complete master of Spirit Art, and that by using the Asura Path battle technique, he might find some advantage in close combat. Yet the fusion of three forces that the opponent wielded effortlessly had shattered all his pride.
Facing such a flawless monster, he dare not initiate the battle lightly. Just like Tang Luo had said, his goal was to become the Patriarch of the Feitian Clan. If he were to be defeated here, even if only injured, his grand visions would never come to fruition.
