The Dust Settles

Fight?

Fight my ass?

That had to be a tribulation at the level of a Supreme Immortal King Giant, didn't it? It could not harm you in the slightest, yet you had been brazen enough to snatch even the Thunder Pool.

And I was supposed to fight you?

Did you think I had no brain?

What was the difference between fighting you and courting death?

Zhou Xian wanted to cry.

What kind of freak, what kind of monster was this?

How could the Three Thousand Continents have such a formidable genius of the current generation?

And he was not even a hundred years old!

Wasn't this bullying?

Someone like this wanted to fight me?

This definitely required a Supreme Immortal King Giant... No, even a Supreme Immortal King Giant probably could not handle him, right?

This had to take an Immortal Emperor!

Could he be some Immortal Emperor who had been reborn, cultivated anew, or lived a second life?

Hiss!

That had to be it!

At that moment, Zhou Xian believed he had touched upon the "truth."

Otherwise, how could a young man possibly be this powerful?

Wasn't that absurd?

Therefore...

His defeat at Lin Fan's hands was only natural.

But...

If he simply admitted defeat outright, it would not look very good.

He did not even dare continue attacking...

Got it~!

How about~~!

He immediately sent Lin Fan a voice transmission. "Sect Master Lin, well, we still have to go through the motions. Although I know I am no match for you, please give me three measures of face for my grandfather's sake."

Lin Fan had thought Zhou Xian was asking him to admit defeat out of consideration for the Heavenly Venerate of Thunder Punishment.

But then he heard the other man continue, "Next, I will keep attacking, and