Ning Jisheng looked at Chen Fei and suddenly found Chen Fei's gaze somewhat familiar. Then, the Ninth Order cultivator who had been the only one to win two consecutive matches at the Training Ground abruptly surfaced in his mind.
"So it was you!"
Ning Jisheng spoke, while inwardly relaxing slightly. At the Training Ground, he had already seen where Chen Fei's limits lay.
Two Powerful Heavenly Daos, transformed from Plane Origin, and having thus broken through to the Ninth Order Late Stage. Not even a day had passed—how much could the other party possibly have grown?
In Ning Jisheng's eyes, Chen Fei instantly changed from the mysterious expert he had been moments ago into a cultivator with lofty ambitions but strength that was still far from sufficient.
He was much like those people at the foot of the mountain earlier. They had clearly possessed only ordinary Ninth Order Peak cultivation, yet had still come to the Immortal Ascension Path to contend for it.
Those ordinary Ninth Order Peak cultivators had now vanished, their lives and deaths unknown. Chen Fei was certainly stronger than them, but so what?
The only thing Ning Jisheng could not understand was why Chen Fei, with his strength, had chosen to be the first to ascend the steps.
Would he rather die on the Immortal Ascension Path than fail to become a Realm Lord? Or was he gambling on receiving some additional boon for being the first to take the field?
Yet he was, after all, a Dao Ancestor-level powerhouse. Though Ning Jisheng harbored doubts and disdain, once they truly fought, he would certainly go all out.
That was taking responsibility for his own life, and also the most basic respect for his opponent.
"Please!" Seeing that Ning Jisheng had recognized him, Chen Fei smiled faintly