"Haha, Gou Hanyue, I must thank you for your reminder. However, your strike truly leaves much to be desired. Even if I didn't want to underestimate it, I have no choice but to do so." Xiao Qiang's two fingers moved and formed a sword gesture, then lightly swept through the air. In the instant Xiao Qiang's fingers fell, Gou Hanyue's gaze narrowed sharply. That seemingly simple sweep had already stirred a sense of alarm within Gou Hanyue's heart.
The so-called supreme simplicity of the Dao—it was just a simple gesture, yet it unexpectedly resonated with the rhythm of the Dao itself. This sensation was so absurd that even Gou Hanyue himself found it laughable, but he chose to believe that it was real. He trusted his instinct, and what transpired next confirmed his earlier outrageous thought. His grasp was gently and effortlessly dismantled by Xiao Qiang's sword gesture, as easily as tearing a dead leaf.
