As Dao Tianqi's words fell, Lu Yang's first reaction was:
How much has he recovered?
The Netherworld could indeed sustain a Dao Lord, but Dao Lords differed from one another—and by a great deal. A newly ascended Dao Lord might not even be a match for the World Honored One!
With that thought, Lu Yang cautiously asked:
"Senior, do you wish to engage that one in a battle of Dao techniques?"
The youth smiled.
"A battle of Dao techniques? How could I possibly be worthy of fighting Master? Besides, among the four of us disciples back then, I was the one least skilled at fighting."
Lu Yang nearly rolled his eyes at that. It also sounded strangely familiar. Had Patriarch Tingyou said something similar back then? Truly inhuman.
On the other side, Dao Tianqi seemed to see through Lu Yang's thoughts as well. Shaking his head, he said, "Don't think I'm speaking nonsense. I truly am not skilled at fighting. At least compared to Master, I am far inferior. Of the four of us disciples, not one inherited his skill in battle."
Lu Yang froze. "What?"
"Oh? You didn't know?"
Dao Tianqi blinked. "Back in the Light Sea, although Master was the youngest among the Dao Lords, he was publicly acknowledged as the number one fighter in the Light Sea."
"Even Lord Si Sui acknowledged this."
"Lord Si Sui was formidable as well, but the Dharma Body Path did hold him back somewhat, leaving him a little lacking in its mysterious transformations."
"The only reason he could suppress Master was that his foundations were deep, his Dao practice solid, and his status seemed vaguely half a step higher than Master's. It was not until after the battle with the Ancestral Dragon, when Master made meticulous preparations and pulled him down