In the Primordial Wilderness, on Yingzhou Island, Xuanxiao threw his head back and laughed. "That kid Hu Xiaoyu sure knows how to have fun. Those lines definitely weren't his own. He must have learned them from some great talent of the Human Race."
Bo Huang chuckled. "I know. That's Cao Zijian's Ode to the Luo Goddess. Hu Xiaoyu plagiarized it. Well, he's taking advantage of Cao Zijian not cultivating and not knowing about this."
Pangu chuckled. "All right, keep watching. The second clash is about to begin. Can Hu Xiaoyu beat the Martial Ancestor at the same cultivation level? Xiao'er, that little tiger was basically taught by you. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Xuanxiao analyzed the situation. "It depends on how they fight. If it's a contest of physical strength, the White Tiger is part of the Sacred Beast lineage, so he definitely won't be at a disadvantage. However, that Martial Ancestor is a little strange. To be honest, when it comes to exquisite divine abilities and transformations, the Martial Ancestor can be said to know nothing. But that fellow seems to be a specialist. When it comes to fighting, he's truly an expert. At the same cultivation level, I wouldn't be able to defeat him without using weapons."
Pangu nodded. "All right, just watch carefully. I always feel that Hu Xiaoyu has a chance of winning. After all, he has one advantage over the Martial Ancestor."
After saying this, the group of Immortals and Gods continued looking toward the water mirror. At this moment, the Martial Ancestor and Hu Xiaoyu were already standing on the arena platform. Hu Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "Martial Ancestor, come. Let's fight one-on-one. Take this punch from your old tiger!" With that, he threw a punch.
Upon hearing this, the Martial Ancestor