"I know you're easier to kill than Demon Race Immortal Kings."
"What do you mean?"
"Is your physical body stronger than the Dragon Ancestor's?"
"..."
Jiang Chuan felt that demon immortals truly gave him a headache.
Immortal Kings—or rather, any living being that had become immortal—were exceedingly difficult to kill.
Immortal Venerable Chen Xin had been left with only a wisp of remnant soul, yet still had a chance to return.
The lingering thoughts of ancient immortals and demon immortals like the Azure Violet Ancient Immortal had endured more than five thousand long years.
Demon immortals like Kui Gang, whose Primordial Spirits had been severed by the Taodu Gourd, had not fallen from the Dao either.
Even when he used the Blade of Turning Nothing into Something, he could only severely wound the Phoenix Ancestor, not kill her.
It could be said that, to him, the most troublesome enemies were beings like the Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor, capable of using their physical bodies to withstand his strongest divine abilities head-on.
After all, he could now barely break through their defenses. Killing them was simply far too difficult.
The Human Race did not excel in physical bodies, so naturally they did not possess bodies comparable to Immortal King weapons like those of the Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor.
"That seems to be Patriarch Tianmu."
Qiuyue Bai, in the Assembly Building, recognized the Immortal King Tianmu at this moment.
"Jiang Chuan has run into trouble."
"Even if the Heavenly Wood Ancient Immortal became an Immortal King, he shouldn't be stronger than the Dragon Ancestor or Phoenix Ancestor, right?" Song Zhiyi was deeply puzzled.
The Drizzle Ancient Immortal explained, "Tianmu was once best at Dao Soldier arts and formation arts. Although more than five thousand years have passed, I don't think that