บท 995: The Last Strike

It was humiliation. An undisguised humiliation.

There could be various types of humiliation. With words, it was the most common and mildest type. It would have meant nothing for an experienced cultivator, but not for Hengmu Liren. He was physically strong but not psychologically strong enough.

A powerful psyche was a state of spirit that could only be tempered through time and countless fights. To acquire a well-illuminated Taoist Heart, it required the same process. But for Hengmu Liren, it had happened too fast. Because of a spring rain he changed from a manservant of the Revelation Institute into the most powerful young cultivator in the Divine Halls of West-Hill. There was clearly something missing in his cultivation path. Therefore when he heard Liu Yiqing's words, he was enraged. His hand that was holding the hilt started trembling.