C732 (1/2)

Within the large families and large powers, fighting was not a rare thing, but it was as rare as the Medicine Clan.

Back then, Xiao Yan had also suffered ridicule and ridicule. However, he had not fallen to Yao Chen's level.

It was possible that Xiao Yan had a father who was the clan leader while Yao Chen did not.

In Li Dao's opinion, the actions of the Medicine Clan were laughable. Expulsion of one's own disciples just because the Dou Emperor's bloodline within Yao Chen's body was so weak?

In that case, didn't the Ancestor of the Medicine Clan, the Dou Emperor, also cultivate from a mere mortal? Bloodline could reflect a person's level at the beginning, but it was definitely not the standard to measure a person's end point.

In the boundless universe, there were simply too few people who could reach the top with just the body of a mortal. There were many factors that determined a person's success. Innate strength, perception, luck, and temperament were the most important factors.

Without a bone root, it was very simple. One could use heaven and earth treasures to reconstruct a bone root. Without comprehension, it could be solved and one could drink the things inside the tea. Chance could be plundered, but temperament was unique to everyone, and it was impossible for external forces to interfere.

For example, the fierce Great Emperor inside the world that was able to suppress the ancient era was originally no more than an ordinary little girl. There was no special physique or cultivation technique, but it was just this little girl that struggled to the end of the universe, creating some heaven defying cultivation method with her bare hands.

There was also Old Demon Han in the mortal world. In the beginning, he was just a trash with five spiritual roots, but he struggled step by step. Although he had the help of the golden fingers, he had experienced countless trials and tribulations to become an immortal.

These examples all showed that bloodlines weren't important. What was important was one's temperament.

The blood of a Dou Di in Yao Chen's body was faint and not bad, but didn't he rely on himself to become the famous Venerable Medicine God of the Dou Qi continent?

The Great Dao was fifty, the laws of the world were four or nine, and there was also the one that had escaped. Who could guarantee that the trash of today would become a powerhouse tomorrow!

It was just like Xiao Yan's old line, 'In thirty years, in thirty years, in the west, don't look down on the young being poor!'

With regards to the Medicine Clan, Li Dao did not intend to be reasonable. As far as Li Dao was concerned, what difference was there between the Medicine Clan and a bunch of ants? To reason was to reason when one's mood was good. If one's mood was bad, who would be able to reason with a group of ants? If he didn't trample them all to death, he, Li Jun, would already be considered kind.

An imposing manner soared into the sky. The medicine world could not withstand the impact of Li Dao's imposing aura and began to collapse inch by inch.

Endless gales, dark clouds, and an apocalyptic scene set Li Dao in the air as if he were the devil god of the apocalypse.

”Have you guys said enough?”

His eyes were calm, his tone indifferent, and his voice could be heard clearly in everyone's ears.

Looking at Li Dao in the air, as well as the medicine world that could be destroyed at any time, the Medicine Clan's people were all trembling in fear.