Having just experienced a brush with death, the sage, upon regaining his senses, dared not look into Hu Le's eyes again. He took a deep breath and then stepped into the main hall.
As he moved, he continued walking towards the Biyou bed opposite him.
As he walked, his mind raced.
In truth, he finally began to regret it.
He regretted being so presumptuous as to agree to meet Hu Le with that old ox.
Originally, in his opinion, no matter how powerful the old ox's owner was, he was probably only at the Hunyuan Wuji cultivation level. Given that his cultivation level was similar to his own, why would he be afraid of the other party?
After all, he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve.
But to his utter surprise, the other party's skill level was far beyond his expectations!
They hadn't even really made a move yet; just a glance from them nearly plunged him into utter ruin!
This level of skill has completely exceeded the limits of what he could imagine!
You have to understand, although he wasn't invincible, he was still a saint in his own right!
Even when facing other saints in this world, he wouldn't be so pathetic!
Now, facing someone he'd never heard of before, he felt threatened with death just from a single glare from that person. How could he not be shocked?
Soon, he arrived at the center of the hall, looked at Hu Le in front of him, and bowed slightly: "This humble Taoist has always greeted Senior."
Intimidated by Hu Le's cultivation level, he didn't even dare to address him as "brother," but could only treat him as a senior.
Hu Le glanced indifferently at the Sage and said in a flat tone, "You don't need to perform such a grand ceremony. Please take a seat."
He did not make things too difficult for the Sage of Everlasting, but gently raised his hand and waved it to the ground. A flash of light appeared, and a futon filled with purple aura suddenly appeared in front of the Sage of Everlasting.
Thank you.
Just as the Sage was about to walk forward and sit on the prayer mat, Old Ox quickly stepped forward, his face full of grievance, and complained to Hu Le: "Master, this Sage has really bullied me too badly! You must give me justice!"
Just as the sage was about to sit down, he heard this and immediately stood up, hurriedly explaining, "Senior, don't listen to his nonsense..."
After saying that, he turned his head and stared fiercely at the old ox, sneering, "You wretched child, when have I ever bullied you? Don't talk nonsense here."
However, the old ox was not afraid. Instead, it raised its voice and shouted, "So even a sage is a coward, someone who dares to do but not to act! Who was it that forcibly took me away and forced me to convert?"
The sage calmly said, "You have acted recklessly in the Heavenly Court, killing countless immortals and gods, and chasing after the Heavenly Emperor all the way. You are truly vicious and wicked. I captured you only to stop you from making one mistake after another."
As for asking you to convert, that's just out of pity for your difficult spiritual practice, and a desire to keep you by my side to gradually dissolve the resentment in you.
Otherwise, if you don't eliminate your resentment, how can you achieve the Primordial Chaos in the future?
Upon hearing this, Old Niu almost laughed out of anger. He immediately opened his mouth wide and roared, "What? So, the way you treated me before wasn't to make things difficult for me, but actually for my own good?"
Putting aside other aspects, just in terms of shamelessness alone, this sage truly deserves the title of Primordial Sage.
Hearing the old ox's question, the sage remained expressionless and replied, "That's exactly right. If you can understand that, then that would be for the best!"
Upon hearing this, Old Niu was furious. His eyes widened, and he cursed, "You shameless old thief! How dare you confuse right and wrong and turn black into white here! I'll teach you a lesson today!"
Having said that, a gleaming sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he roared, "Take this!" With that, he held the sword and angrily thrust it straight at the Sage.
Knowing that Hu Le was watching from above, Lao Niu was convinced that he would not suffer any loss.
At this moment, his heart was burning with rage, and he only wanted to pierce through this hateful saint in front of him with a single sword.
However, the sage was not one to be trifled with. He knew that he could not easily use force to suppress the old ox in front of Hu Le, so he quickly took a step back and skillfully avoided the old ox's attack.
Seeing this, the old ox became even more furious and swung his sword again to stab, but the sage quickly jumped away to dodge.
And so, the two of them attacked and dodged, exchanging blows back and forth in a lively exchange.
The old ox continuously brandished his sword at great speed, each strike carrying a sharp sword aura, never missing the sage's vital points.
The sage, however, remained remarkably composed. His movements were elusive, as if he were strolling leisurely through the hall, skillfully dodging the old ox's repeated attacks.
In the blink of an eye, the old ox had thrust out more than a dozen swords, but failed to even touch a corner of the saint's robe.
Despite his incredibly sharp swordsmanship, the sage always managed to narrowly dodge at crucial moments.
Seeing this scene from not far away, Du Xuan frowned and sighed inwardly. He could naturally see the difference in strength between the two. Although Old Niu had some skills, he was clearly no match for the saint in front of him.
He couldn't help but shake his head slightly, seemingly disappointed with the old ox's performance.
He even had an urge to cover his eyes, unable to bear seeing the old ox in such a wretched state.
Finally, even Hu Le couldn't stand it anymore. He whispered and scolded, "Enough! You beast, stop now!"
His voice wasn't loud, but the authority it carried was undeniable.
Upon hearing this, Old Niu was startled. He immediately realized that he might have angered the master, so he quickly suppressed his resentment, stopped arguing with the saint, and gracefully retreated with his sword.
Then, he went to the center of the hall, clattered the sword to the ground, and then knelt down on Hu Le's bed without hesitation, pleading loudly, "Please, sir, do me justice!"
At this moment, the man who had always maintained the demeanor of a saint remained calm. He gently flicked his sleeves, as if brushing away non-existent dust from his body.
He stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on Hu Le, as if waiting for something.
Hu Le suddenly turned his gaze to him, and in an instant, he was reminded of what had just happened, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.
He dared not meet Hu Le's gaze again, lowering his eyes to the ground, avoiding Hu Le's eyes.
To him, Hu Le's gaze was like an irresistible blade, filling him with fear.
Seeing this, Hu Le chuckled inwardly and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, you have already attained the Primordial Chaos and are considered the leader of a major sect in this world. My ox is just a reckless fellow. Why do you have to bully him like this, given your status?"
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