"You are very clever, and very perceptive."
"You are right. I did not condense ten strands of Innate Immortal Qi, but twelve."
"But even if I had condensed only ten strands of Innate Immortal Qi, I believe you still would not have been my match."
"You should have sensed it during our exchange just now. Whether it is my immortal scriptures, immortal arts, immortal body, immortal veins, or even my Immortal Dao Primordial Spirit, all of them surpass yours."
"You have no chance of winning against me!"
Chen Fan looked at Fei Peng, True Immortal, his tone calm yet brimming with powerful confidence.
"So it was twelve strands of Innate Immortal Qi. No wonder!"
"Hahaha!"
"Twelve strands of Innate Immortal Qi? Damn it, how could it be twelve strands of Innate Immortal Qi?"
"I do not resent losing to you, nor do I resent dying by your hand!"
"But before I die, I still have to give you a proper warning. Even if you have condensed twelve strands of Innate Immortal Qi, do not become complacent."
"Among the nine Immortal Emperors, nearly all of them condensed ten strands of Innate Immortal Qi in the True Immortal Realm. There was even one Immortal Emperor who condensed twelve strands."
"I do not know exactly who that Immortal Emperor was. In any case, it was not the Azure Emperor."
"Do it!"
"I am tired. It is time I had a good rest!"
Fei Peng, True Immortal, lay directly on the ground and closed his eyes, as though awaiting fate's judgment.
Yet after a long while, Chen Fan still showed no intention of making a move.
"I never said I was going to kill you."
"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died within three moves."
"Go, pitiful man!"
"I know what