The voice boomed like thunder, shaking Baidi Xun's spirit. The rage in his tiger eyes was extinguished in an instant, as a hint of clarity emerged.
The difference between a genius and a mediocrity is comprehensive; they are boundlessly arrogant but certainly not lacking in the wit to discern danger.
Before him, Gu Wen gripped the Immortal Sword within its sheath, his eyes sharp as an unbeatable three-foot Qingfeng, instilling in Baidi Xun a desire to retreat as if the sword was piercing into his vitals.
"If I retreat like this, how can I ascend to immortality with an invincible heart in this great era?"
A surge of aura suddenly swelled; the intent to retreat in Baidi Xun's eyes vanished, his breathing steadied, and the rate of his dharma form's healing abruptly increased.