Kai Huang

After traversing through time, Li Xuan was delighted to have become the second son of Earl Chengyi's mansion, as well as a proud warrior of Liudao Fumo. However, just ten days into his privileged life, he faced fierce female supervisors, terrifying ghost-girls, and spiteful demonesses one after another.
Amidst this whirlpool of challenges, Li Xuan claimed he didn't feel a bit panicked. A few years later, standing above the Yangtze River, he swung his sword, and with that, thousands of miles of landscapes were instantly frozen.
Where will the demoness escape to? Take my sword!

Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?

Inside that golden membrane, panic and confusion had begun to flicker in Kong Xiude's eyes.


He found that no matter how much Hao Qi he mobilized and how much more power he drew from the surroundings of the Guozi Bureau, it was all in vain. His Pillar of Haoqi would crumble the moment it came within one zhang of Li Xuan.


At this juncture, if it were merely a matter of purity of the Hao Qi, he could still exert raw power to overpower his opponent.


But now, the two of them differed fundamentally in terms of their grasp on the great Dao itself. 


If he had to make a metaphorical comparison, his Hao Qi was like mud and sand, while his opponent was an unmovable stone mountain.


No matter how much mud and sand there is, how could it compete with solid stone? No matter how much rotten wood there is, how could it harm sharp iron?


Chapter 336: The Orthodox Confucianism (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions)_1