Gulp!
Xuan Wudao swallowed hard as he stared at the scene unfolding in the sky.
He knew Chen Chang'an was strong, but he had never imagined it would be to this extent.
Luo Yiyi was a peak-level Great Emperor from the older generation, yet Chen Chang'an had sent her flying with just one strike?
How terrifying was that?
"Has… the Palace Master been defeated?"
"That man… is actually this powerful?"
"Even the Palace Master couldn't withstand him? Just one finger… she lost to a single finger?"
"What a frightening finger."
The disciples of the Luo Shen Palace exchanged bewildered glances. In their hearts, Luo Yiyi had always been an invincible existence.
Yet now, the goddess they revered had been defeated?
And by a man who, apart from his striking handsomeness, seemed utterly ordinary?
Hua Wulei was equally stunned. She had known Chen Chang'an possessed some strength, but she never believed he could rival Luo Yiyi.
But the result?
Not only was he her match—he had completely overwhelmed her!
Luo Yiyi was a peak-level Great Emperor, after all.
"You… you're not at the Supreme Realm?"
Chen Chang'an had held back, leaving Luo Yiyi unable to counter but unharmed.
Now, as she flew back, her gaze toward him shifted once more.
No wonder he was the man favored by Senior Mu Yunyao—truly extraordinary!
"My realm doesn’t matter. What matters is that you lost."
Chen Chang'an couldn’t be bothered to explain his cultivation level anymore. Even if he did, few would believe him.
"Just answer me one thing—did you hold back earlier?"
"Were you even serious?" Luo Yiyi frowned.
"I tried my best, really," Chen Chang'an nodded.
"You’re lying!"
"No, you weren’t serious. Do it again—properly this time!"
"Go all out! Use your full strength!"
Hmm?
Full strength?
"Hehehe!"
"She told Chen Chang'an to go all out and be serious."
"How suggestive!" Xuan Wudao smirked lewdly at Da Huang.
"Hehehe—"
"Ahem! Screw off! I’m a righteous and noble dog—don’t taint my purity!"
Da Huang was about to respond with equal vulgarity, but noticing the Luo Shen Palace’s female disciples glancing his way, he immediately straightened up.
"Da Huang, what’s wrong with you?"
"Are you sick?"
"You okay?"
Seeing Da Huang act so out of character, Xuan Wudao crouched down, studying him with concern.
"Get away from me."
Da Huang shot Xuan Wudao a glare before trotting toward the female disciples with an innocent, childlike expression.
"Holy shit!"
"Da Huang, you—you’re that kind of dog?!"
"I… I misjudged you."
"Damn it, I’m so jealous. Why couldn’t I have been born a dog?"
Xuan Wudao never expected Da Huang to pull such a move—playing cute?
You’re actually playing cute?!
And the worst part? It worked!
The female disciples, enchanted by Da Huang’s adorable act, couldn’t resist doting on him, taking turns cradling him.
Xuan Wudao had never imagined a day would come when he’d envy a dog—even wish to become one.
"Why?!"
"As the Vice Palace Master of Luo Shen Palace, shouldn’t you warn these disciples about Da Huang’s true nature?"
"How can you stand by and let these lambs walk into the dog’s den?"
"This is negligence—blatant negligence!" Xuan Wudao glared at Hua Wulei indignantly.
Hua Wulei gave him a disdainful once-over before replying flatly, "Some things are just beyond your reach. It’s a racial advantage."
"Maybe try being a dog in your next life."
Her words only deepened Xuan Wudao’s despair. "You—you’re discriminating against me?!"
"Disgusting."
Pfft—
The word "disgusting" shattered Xuan Wudao’s defenses. Disgusting? She actually said disgusting?!
"Then why does Da Huang get a pass?"
"Why?! Just because he’s a dog?" Xuan Wudao protested.
"Exactly. If you were one, you could too."
"But you’re not."
Hua Wulei didn’t even spare him a glance, her eyes fixed on Chen Chang'an and Luo Yiyi in the sky.
"Is this really necessary? With so many people watching, it’s a bit awkward."
"Not at all. If they want to watch, let them. I don’t mind."
"You really want me to go all out?"
"Absolutely. The stronger, the better."
"Full power?"
"Yes, the more force, the better."
"Then here I come?"
"Bring it!"
Boom!
This time, Chen Chang'an didn’t hold back—though he still didn’t unleash his full strength. Even so, Luo Yiyi suffered greatly.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Chen Chang'an’s idea of ‘gentleness’ is truly one of a kind."
"Your Palace Master really took a hit this time."
Though Xuan Wudao lacked strength, his perception was sharp. Chen Chang'an had been serious with that last move.
Luo Yiyi, despite being a peak Great Emperor, clearly hadn’t had an easy time flying back.
"Wait, why isn’t anyone worried?" Xuan Wudao asked Hua Wulei in confusion.
The entire Luo Shen Palace was watching, yet not a trace of concern could be seen on their faces.
"The Palace Master is a peak Great Emperor. What’s there to worry about?"
"Besides, Chen Chang'an has no intention to kill. What’s there to fear?"
"Men… truly lack brains."
"Except Chen Chang'an, of course."
Damn it!
Serves me right!
Xuan Wudao wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to open his mouth? Did he enjoy being insulted?
At least Da Huang had been his companion in misery—but now, the traitor was being pampered in the arms of the female disciples, looking utterly blissful.
"I don’t belong here."
"I should go home."
"Yes, home."
"Home is my sanctuary, my true refuge."
"Wu Ji Sect… I’ve never missed it more."
"Everyone there is so kind, so warm."
"Wahhhh, I want to go home!"
Xuan Wudao crouched alone in a corner, tears welling as he wallowed in self-pity.
"With strength like yours, why did Senior ask me to look after you?"
"If anything, you should be the one protecting me."
Luo Yiyi was deeply unsettled. She never considered herself the strongest, but among peak Great Emperors, she was certainly near the top.
Yet she couldn’t even withstand Chen Chang'an’s attacks?
She knew he still hadn’t gone all out—if he had, she suspected she’d either be dead or severely wounded.
"Perhaps it’s because I hadn’t even started cultivating when I left Master’s side, so she was worried about me," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.
Hmm?
He hadn’t begun cultivating when he left? What did that mean?
"How long has it been since you left Senior’s side?" Luo Yiyi asked curiously.
"About… four years or so."
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