"The Divine Skills you practice are truly sinister."
Lin Fan remarked; the ability his opponent displayed was indeed formidable. Even though he was strong himself, he had to admit it. Occasionally acknowledging others' excellence was a basic courtesy.
It's just that the Divine Skill the opponent employed was far too dark.
He had always remembered that he was a righteous figure of the Immortal Dao.
Never engaging in shady or disreputable activities.
"Hahaha... sinister? You say truly interesting things. One who walks the myriad paths of the Immortal Dao—how can there be 'sinister' or 'righteous'? Only strength itself defines justice."
"And there's no harm in telling you: this Divine Skill is a Tao Level Divine Power. I've cultivated it over a millennium. Its power is earth-shattering, capable of annihilating immortals and deities."
"Die for me!"
