Wutian's pride was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Across the Three Thousand Continents, there were scarcely a few opponents worthy of his attention, people he wished to fight.
Supreme Master was one.
Lin Fan...
Was the second.
Unfortunately, Lin Fan was still far too weak.
If they had been at the same realm, Wutian truly would have wanted to battle Lin Fan for three hundred years, to determine superiority and decide life and death.
Thus, he actually had the intention of nurturing Lin Fan.
He wanted Lin Fan to grow into an opponent worthy of him.
And precisely because Lin Fan was one of only two people Wutian thought highly of, Wutian was generous and easy to talk to when it came to Lin Fan.
"To my shame."
Lin Fan muttered his blissful troubles all over again.
Only...
The moment those words came out, even someone as formidable as Wutian had the corner of his mouth twitching, rendered speechless for a long while.
What the fuck!!!
This is outrageous!
Does this brat truly not know how to choose, or is he deliberately showing off in front of me?
He truly deserves to die!
Even someone as aloof as Wutian felt his heart full of complaints, and he had to let them out.
Still, that was all.
Because although he had never experienced such troubles...
Aside from the time he had spent sealed away, he had never had troubles to begin with~
As an innate primal chaos lifeform...
The moment he was born, he had pointed directly toward the Supreme Great Dao.
What Immortal King?
What Immortal Emperor?
Did he need to prove the Dao for that?
Did he need to think about it?
Hadn't he simply risen naturally?
It was like eating when hungry and drinking when thirsty; back