Huang Tian swept his right hand, collecting the spirit treasures left behind by the five hundred Arhats and three thousand Bhikshus after their deaths into the Huang Tian Realm, where he devoured them all. His Heavenly Dao Origin increased by one hundred-thousandth.
Liu Erlong reverted to human form and flew before Huang Tian, saying indignantly, "That was far too unsatisfying. If that bastard hadn't run so fast, I definitely could have kept him here."
Liu Erlong was deeply displeased. She had finally gotten the chance for a fight, yet her opponent had fled after taking just one attack from her, not even daring to trade dozens of moves with her. She could not even vent through battle. Dipamkara's escape left her thoroughly depressed. He was already a Late Quasi-Saint powerhouse, yet he had fled after failing to win the first exchange. Did he care so little about his dignity?
Huang Tian smiled and consoled her. "Your opponent is an extremely cunning and cowardly man. It's perfectly normal for him to slip away when things turn bad. Let it go."
Liu Erlong pouted. "Fine. I can only count myself unlucky."
Bibi Dong restrained her aura and said with a smile, "My opponent was a little better than yours. He knew he couldn't defeat me, yet before fleeing, he at least understood how to counterattack and distract me. Unfortunately, none of them were opponents evenly matched with us, so of course they ran when they saw things were going poorly. Put yourself in their place—if we encountered an enemy we could not defeat, we would certainly choose to flee for our lives as well!"
Huang Tian sighed. "Mm, Dong'er is right. As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. When facing a powerful enemy, you must