The Netherworld Condor King widened its copper-bell-like eyes, disbelief written all over its face as a tempest of turbulent emotions raged within its heart: "What is the meaning of this?" It never imagined that an attack it considered foolproof would yield such a result. True, it had held back somewhat during that initial strike and had not used its full strength, but even so, it had expected the blow to leave this arrogant human youth in a flustered state or even severely injured. Yet reality struck like a heavy hammer against its soaring pride, merely smudging the opponent's palm. The outcome felt like a resounding slap across the face, leaving its cheeks burning hot with shame and anger intertwining like two venomous serpents in its heart. Having dominated the heavens and earth for countless years, it had always looked down upon all things from the stance of a supreme powerhouse; when had it ever suffered such a humiliating insult? This sudden blow dealt an unprecedentedly devastating strike to its pride, which usually towered as high as the midday sun.
Glancing back at Du Bufan’s expression, as cold as an icy peak, his deep eyes remained entirely unruffled, as if the attack that would have terrified ordinary mortals was nothing more than a passing breeze. The Netherworld Condor King felt the heat on its face rise further, a wave of shame threatening to drown it entirely.
"Hmph, it seems I underestimated you! I took you for some artifact-mastery genius who had seen thro…
Chapter 139