The Three Brothers' Towering Spirit!

Immortal Elder Nanji sighed. "Lu Chengwen's combat instincts are a serious problem. He has neither Zhao Ritian's fearless drive nor Long Aotian's steadiness and resolve. He either throws rocks or kicks up sand, always trying to win with cheap tricks. At this rate, he'll never forge an unbreakable fighting spirit. When he faces a true life-or-death battle... I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."

Fishing Elder nodded. "But there's nothing we can do. How long has he even been apprenticed? And ever since Tiangang sealed away part of his Spiritual Sense, he hasn't been able to systematically teach him ancient martial arts or cultivate his combat instincts."

Ming Disha said, "Until the very end, it's best not to jump to conclusions."

He took a sip of wine. "Actually, I didn't think much of him at first. I bet on him not because he was strong, not because he was talented, and certainly not because of some bullshit Archaic Ape God bloodline."

Fishing Elder said, "I know. You trust him because your senior brother trusts him."

"No!" Ming Disha's eyes gleamed. "At first, I simply couldn't understand why Senior Brother believed he was the Chosen One meant to oppose the Heavenly Tribulation! But... later, I discovered this kid had one advantage."

"What advantage?" the two Old Man Wus asked together.

Ming Disha looked toward the distant battlefield. "He's only reliable when it matters most."

Long Aotian coughed up blood. "Cheng Wen, the two of us are nearly spent. Can't you... make your Archaic Ape God show some real strength?"

Zhao Ritian said, "Honestly, if your Archaic Ape God can come out and let me rest for half a minute, I can take him down!"

Lu Chengwen nodded, got to his feet, took two steps forward, and stood before