The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint, whose strength had just soared, actually made such a request—to compete with Fan Lang.
Judging by the fighting spirit surrounding him, he wanted far more than a casual spar.
Master and disciple had spent so long together and sparred many times, but they had never truly gone all out.
Fan Lang's gaze sharpened, and his aura changed at once, like a fierce dragon startled awake from slumber, radiating danger.
"Master, why did you suddenly come up with a request like this?" Fan Lang asked seriously.
"You and I are alike in some ways. We are both straightforward people, so I'll speak plainly. My strength has now risen dramatically, reaching unprecedented heights. I may not be inferior to you. You harbor ambitions to rule the world, and so do I! Will your Star Cloud Alliance dominate the world, or will my Flame Dragon Academy reign over the four seas? Let this battle decide it!" the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint declared aggressively.
Though he was already advanced in years, his heart remained young, filled with vigor and ambition. He was unwilling to remain beneath his disciple.
He would not secretly sabotage his disciple, nor did he disdain to use underhanded means. Instead, he wanted to compete with Fan Lang openly and fairly.
In the past, he knew he was no match for Fan Lang and would not have issued a meaningless challenge. But things were different now.
He had broken through to the Dao Domain Realm, consumed the Ten Thousand Evils Pill, and borne boundless sins in exchange for boundless power.
Both his body and his heart had become incomparably powerful.
Master and disciple faced each other in midair, their overwhelming auras colliding, far surpassing even a Dragon and Tiger Battle.
Fan Lang nodded. "All right. Since