Zhuang Gaoxian spoke eloquently, but he didn't believe Song Hengjiang would truly dare to make a move against him.
Admittedly, Song Hengjiang had once been at the pinnacle of the God Descending Realm, just a mere step away from the Dongzhen. But he had sustained irreversible injuries that year, shattering his Golden Frame and Jade Marrow. Over the many years, his greatest effort probably lay in how to stabilize his cultivation and prevent his power from declining too rapidly.
Meanwhile, Zhuang Gaoxian had just killed a True being as a True being, at the height of his time.
As he waned and I waxed, the gap was clear.
The Lord of Qing River, could he truly be so recklessly brave?
Several centuries had passed, and his body was already decayed and ailing, the time when he should have accepted his old age and fate. Could he still not change his reckless courage?
How could Song Hengjiang dare?
Yet he truly dared!
And he really could!
