Hou Niao remained still and silent, inwardly vigilant. The smooth sailing of the past two years had created the illusion that he was invincible among those of the same realm, but today's battle had made it clear to him that there's always someone better, and a higher sky above.
When he truly faced a disciple of the Great Dao Sect's elite, his methods seemed very poor, with his swordsmanship being useless; and a very realistic problem in the Cultivation World is, why would anyone fight you face-to-face, confronting your strengths with their weaknesses?
This Daoist Amo was certainly not the most outstanding low-rank disciple from Wu Sect, and even in the Quanzhen Sect, the true elites were mostly concentrated in Yujing City, which he had no chance to encounter. Being complacent as a local kingpin in the small area of Yinling, summoning wind and rain with impunity was a flawed mindset.
