Zhang Daoling: Mystic Emperor, This Old Daoist Knows His Mistake

Zhang Daoling understood as soon as he heard this and said, "Mystic Emperor, this... I don't need to explain myself anymore, right? Can we just let this matter pass?"

Xuanxiao pondered for a moment before saying, "Master Zhang, you're the founder of Dragon Tiger Mountain, after all. Surely you're not unwilling to exchange a few moves? You've already come all this way. If you leave after only two moves, won't you lose face in front of your disciples and grand-disciples?" As he spoke, he casually cracked his knuckles.

At this, Zhang Daoling gave an awkward smile. "It's fine, it's fine. Island Master Xuan, please don't overthink it. As a cultivator, I'm not that petty."

Before he could finish speaking, Xuanxiao retreated directly behind Luohu and said, "Old Daoist Zhang, don't worry. I've never been the kind of cultivator who insists on standing up for his wife. Yes, you and Luohu can settle this yourselves."

Luohu nodded. Demonic energy gathered in his hand, forming a demonic sword that pointed straight at Zhang Daoling. "Come on, Master Zhang. I'll play with you a little and see just how strong the founder of Dragon Tiger Mountain really is."

Zhang Daoling instantly looked helpless. "Demon Ancestor, this is Yingzhou Island, Mystic Emperor's territory. If we fight here and damage the scenery, that wouldn't be very nice. How about we change battlefields?"

Luohu nodded. "It's fine, it's fine. You decide. I'm easy to negotiate with. How about a battle within Chaos?"

Zhang Daoling shook his head. "Let's go three hundred li east of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The Power of Faith of all the successive Heavenly Masters of Dragon Tiger Mountain is gathered there. Demon Ancestor, you don't mind me taking this small advantage, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luohu tore open space