"I thought he would be some formidable person; turns out he's just a sickly fellow!" Liu Jimin mocked. Deep in his heart, however, he dared not underestimate him in the slightest. He couldn't believe that a Martial Artist of the Quasi-emperor Realm would be ill; it simply didn't make sense.
Guo Jia just smiled without explaining. After taking a gulp of wine from his gourd, he slowly drew his sword. A wave of scholarly energy erupted from within him, forming an ocean of such energy in the sky.
An aura of righteousness stretched across the sky, exuding fairness, justice, and severity!
The residual murderous aura in the Void, upon contact with the scholarly energy, melted away completely, like snow under the scorching sun.
"What a strange aura!"
As the scholarly energy appeared, Liu Jimin's brow furrowed. He felt the murderous aura and Evil Qi within him being subtly suppressed, as if they had met their natural enemy.
