Three thousand years east of the river, three thousand years west of the river—never look down on a weak cultivator.
Just look at today.
I'm standing right in front of you. How much do I resemble my former self? That was how Wutian felt. In every previous clash with Tathagata,
he had always been at a disadvantage.
But now, things were different.
If he were to fight Tathagata again now,
with only the two of them,
he could easily crush Tathagata and return all the humiliation he had suffered at Tathagata's hands
without changing a thing.
If he wished,
he could return it tenfold.
A hundredfold.
A thousandfold.
When Tathagata heard Wutian's words, he did not choose to respond.
Wutian was stronger than him now, and he also possessed the Book of Earth. His combat strength was terrifying.
In a fair fight against Wutian,
one versus one!
He would not gain the slightest advantage and might even be crushed.
Who was he, Tathagata?
The Buddha of the Buddhist Sect.
The lord of the Buddhist Sect.
He was an invincible existence.
An existence that had never lost a battle.
That was his dignity.
He would not allow his reputation to be lost and trampled into the dirt here.
His persona was invincibility.
He had no intention of letting that persona collapse.
Of course.
If Wutian were still the Wutian of the past,
he would not mind giving Wutian an opportunity for a fair battle.
But now?
He would never fight Wutian.
That would be asking for trouble.
Making a fool of himself.
Why would he choose a duel when he had the chance to gang up on him? Especially when he knew he would lose.
Wouldn't that be asking to get beaten?
Tathagata said righteously, "Wutian, you demon. Every