Yang Zhen was a devil, he must have been a devil. Only the devils in legends could provoke such an irresistible urge in people to dash up and strangle him.
Fu Kun glared at Yang Zhen with a fierce expression, taking several deep breaths to calm himself. His eyes were filled with anger.
A Dao debate, no matter where it took place, was always a supreme act. Both parties could enhance their Daoist feelings during the debate, and even elevate the minor Dao to the realm of the major Dao.
Numerous people yearned to find a worthy opponent for a tumultuous Dao debate. Though there was a high chance that life and death could be decided in an instant, there was also a tremendous opportunity for self-improvement.
Almost without exception, a victory in the Dao debate would result in an advancement, and even possibly a breakthrough.
