Sixty Years Sharpening the Blade, Drawn from Its Sheath in a Single Day

Ancestor Xuanyi's gaze suddenly flicked toward the sky.

He vaguely sensed someone watching, but when he looked again, there was nothing there.

"Zhu Niang has already arrived." Old Demon Tianye's words interrupted his thoughts as he continued, "It seems she still does not wish to see either of us."

"Then let us follow tradition. Let the third generation have a match, and that will decide the victor."

At this point, Old Demon Tianye also seemed rather listless.

He did not care in the slightest about his disciples or descendants. If not for seeing Zhu Niang, he would never have taken disciples at all.

The words Old Devil alone showed that he was no righteous man.

"Tianye, do you think the three of us can still make another half-century pact?" Ancestor Xuanyi did not answer at once, instead changing the subject.

"Why not?" Old Demon Tianye spoke the truth. "Barring accidents, the three of us can live for at least another full sixty years."

With the strength of the three of them, living to two hundred would not be a problem.

They were only a little over eighty now.

Others might see them as decrepit with age, but to them, they were more like men in their prime.

So if anyone were truly deceived by their aged appearances and tried to make a move against them, that would simply be courting death.

"Since she refuses to see us, it seems the outcome between you and me is still undecided."

"In my view, even if the younger generation fought for another two or three sixty-year cycles, they still would not settle the matter."

"How about..." Ancestor Xuanyi said with a smiling squint.

Hearing this, a sharp gleam appeared in Old Demon Tianye's eyes, and he immediately said, "Hahaha, I have been waiting