In the hall, a series of God Demon evil sounds suddenly entered Tao Qian's ears, intending to embarrass him or even drive him insane.
If Tao Qian were an ordinary Daoist Lord of the Human Clan, he would have already collapsed in pain, wailing by now.
Even if he could resist, he should act more compliant, so as not to offend all his colleagues right upon taking office.
However, Tao Qian came this time to stir trouble, the bigger the better, how could he yield?
Then he feigned casting a seal, his eyes glimmered with Golden Light, staring straight at all Gods and Demons:
"Let my colleagues know that I, self-proclaimed as the [Lord of All Techniques], have cultivated a 'Daoist Transformation Body' that is 'unstained by All Techniques'."
"If my colleagues reveal their True Form of God and Demon to duel with me, I might not survive three rounds before dying."
"But if it's merely such a small jest, I can handle it."
These movements, and these words spoken.
