"Useless, Sacred King! One wrong move and the whole game is lost. I have all the time in the world to wear you down. Countless Ancestral Immortals are converging in the Thunder Sound Territory right now. For every one that comes, I can draw out their Power of Heaven. My strength will only flow endlessly. Let's see how long you can hold out!" Zhong Shan shouted coldly, his eyes turning icy.
Drawing out the Power of Heaven from others and facing the power of the world's momentum—when the two forces clashed, the tremendous collision shattered the void across hundreds of thousands of li.
Tian Zhouzi now understood why Zhong Shan had left the previous battlefield. Was he afraid of harming his subjects? Had he lured himself out, then tricked him into waiting for the nine Ancestral Immortals of the Tian Household to come and aid him?
What he had least expected was for Zhong Shan to strike with murderous force from the very beginning. Caught off guard, Tian Zhouzi was unable to break free and was relentlessly entangled.
Tian Zhouzi was utterly vexed. At that moment, he finally understood what Ying Huo had felt back then. A dignified Sage had been ambushed? Ying Huo had repeatedly stumbled into pitfalls, and none of it had been coincidence. It had all been Zhong Shan's schemes. With his tactics employed perfectly, using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds and striking at the vital point every time, that was the key to Zhong Shan's "luck."
When Tian Zhouzi had suffered losses at Zhong Shan's hands before, he had merely thought Zhong Shan was lucky. Now, he finally admitted that it had not been luck—he had simply underestimated Zhong Shan. Zhong Shan's depths were terrifying.
"Bang!" One of the Tian Household's Ancestral Immortals fainted.