Hun Xiu continued walking toward Taiyi Zhenren, muttering as he went, "Nothing is impossible."
"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, your view is far too narrow. I admit that Chanjiao is indeed one of the foremost great sects in the Primordial World."
"But do not forget that Chanjiao became one of the foremost great sects in the Primordial World not because it is so powerful, but because it was founded in the East and its leader is Saint Primeval Lord of Heaven."
"You are too arrogant, and too confident."
"No, to be more precise, all you Chanjiao disciples are too arrogant. You have forgotten that you are the same as us. You are all part of the Primordial World, not Saints."
"Saints are powerful, but that power belongs to the Saints, not to you. Chanjiao belongs to the Saint; you are merely the Saint's disciples."
"That does not mean you are equal to Saints. Understand?"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Taiyi Zhenren had no mind to listen to what Hun Xiu was saying. Again and again, he swept out the whisk in his hand.
Supreme magical power struck Hun Xiu again and again, each attack stronger than the last!
Yet Hun Xiu acted as though nothing had happened.
His footsteps never stopped, and he continued toward Taiyi Zhenren at the same pace as before!
"No!"
"How is that possible? How are you completely unharmed?" Taiyi Zhenren was dumbfounded. His attacks had struck "Maitreya" again and again, yet the other party had not suffered the slightest injury.
Even being bitten by an ant should have drawn some reaction, yet he had not reacted even the tiniest bit.
How could this be possible?!
In the end,
Taiyi Zhenren stopped attacking. As he watched "Maitreya" slowly approach, a bold thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"You are not