Ning Jisheng looked at Chen Fei and suddenly felt that Chen Fei's eyes were somewhat familiar. Then, in his mind, the image of the only Ninth-Order who had won two consecutive matches in the Martial Arts Arena surfaced.
"So it was you!"
Ning Jisheng spoke, while his heart relaxed slightly, because in the Martial Arts Arena, Ning Jisheng had already seen where Chen Fei's limits lay.
Two Powerful Heavenly Daos, and ones transformed from Plane Origin at that, allowing him to break through to Late-Stage Ninth-Order. Not even a full day had passed since then. How much could the other party have grown?
At this moment, Chen Fei's image in Ning Jisheng's eyes changed at once from the mysterious powerhouse from just now into a cultivator with lofty ambitions, but whose strength was still far from enough.
He was little different in nature from those few at the foot of the mountain earlier, who clearly had only ordinary Ninth-Order Peak cultivation yet had still come to contend on the Path to Immortality.
Now those ordinary Ninth-Order Peaks had already vanished, their life or death unknown. Chen Fei's strength was certainly greater than those Ninth-Order Peaks, but so what?
The only thing Ning Jisheng could not understand was why, with Chen Fei's strength, he had insisted on being the first to step onto the stairs.
If he could not become Realm Lord, would he rather die on the Path to Immortality? Or was there some extra bonus to fighting first?
However, this was, after all, Dao Ancestor-level strength. Though Ning Jisheng had doubts and contempt in his heart, when it truly came time to act, Ning Jisheng would absolutely go all out.
This was taking responsibility for his own life, and it was also the most basic respect for his opponent.