"Three moves to decide victory or defeat?"
Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead with his hand, a trace of contemplation appearing on his face.
But he did not consider it for long before quickly nodding. "Fellow Daoist's proposal is not bad. I simply wonder what sort of three moves will decide victory or defeat."
No wonder Lin Xuan was suspicious. With their strength at such a level, if they truly were evenly matched, it would not be strange for them to fight for three days and three nights.
To determine victory, defeat, strength, and weakness in a mere three moves, in the space of a breath, was practically no different from a tale from the Arabian Nights.
But since Wanxiao Immortal Monarch dared to propose it, he must have had a foolproof plan in mind.
"This old man has already said that I have no intention of contending for the alliance leader's seat. It is merely that if I return like this, I will have no face to meet the younger generation. Now that the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon is watching like a tiger at our side, we naturally cannot damage our harmony too greatly. These three moves will be contests of divine sense, magical power, and domain. What does young friend Lin think?"
The Grey-Robed Elder was all smiles and amiability.
In expression and action, there truly was nothing to criticize.
Yet although these words sounded high-sounding and dignified, those with a mind for it all changed color in secret.
Divine sense and magical power were the foundations of being a cultivator. Who did not know that this old monster had already lived for several million years?
After such a long period of bitter cultivation, his divine sense and magical power must have been refined to the utmost possible degree.
And