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Ning Zheng had been eating melons on the sidelines when he was startled.
He had been watching the spectacle of a protagonist painter single-handedly fighting the army of the three major Esteemed Immortals from prehistory, but he had never expected the melon to end up landing on him.
What was this supposed to mean?
Are we good brothers?
There are two Esteemed Immortal seats, and only the two of us are allowed to claim them?
This was clearly an attempt to drag Ning Zheng into the fight.
However, Ning Zheng could not refute it. After all, whenever the painter set a trap, it really was meant to trap himself, and whenever he offered help, he really did help.
He was truly helping Ning Zheng block the others.
Ning Zheng really did owe him one.
After all, he still did not want to claim the Dao right now. Claiming the Dao was a one-time-use nuclear weapon, so of course he had to save it for when they could no longer defeat prehistory.
"Then let him block them." Ning Zheng's expression remained calm.
The blacksmiths beside him, however, all wore the look of people who had just found their favorite couple, watching Ning Zheng and the painter excitedly.
"Too cool. In this world, there are only the two of us."
The Medical Fairy Maiden's eyes sparkled as she said:
"The painter has brought out the same imposing aura with which he once dominated the Nine Continents. For more than fifteen million years, under the control of the Shadowy Painter behind the scenes, not a single person in the Nine Continents world was able to ascend and become an immortal!"
"Back then, he blocked the path to immortality all by himself!"
"And now, the painter plans to block the future path to