When Meng Jingzhou listened to the two men introduce each other, each of their backgrounds was more astonishing than the last—one had pushed body tempering to the utmost extreme, while the other's mother was a Holy Land saintess.
But the moment they exchanged blows, it became clear that their combat prowess was nothing special. For one thing, the body-tempering techniques Meng Jingzhou had practiced during his Golden Core stage were far superior to Fang Wudi's.
Back then, he had tempered everything from his hair to his shadow, without a single weakness.
By contrast, Fang Wudi's body-tempering technique was riddled with flaws and utterly unoriginal.
"What's the matter? You want to go up there and spar with them?" Lu Yang cast a glance at the eager Meng Jingzhou.
"Of course not." Meng Jingzhou waved his hand and said with restraint, "However you put it, I'm considered a great cultivator and a giant of the righteous path now. Going onstage to fight juniors would be beneath me."
"...But those two seem to be only three years younger than you."
"They're still juniors. Look at how our great cultivators act when they get angry. They often say, 'How dare a junior act so boldly!' They've never said, 'How dare someone of my generation act so boldly!' That proves shouting 'junior' has more presence."
Lu Yang nodded. Meng was right about that.
There was no point in continuing to watch Golden Core battles, so the two decided they might as well wait until the monks of the Kaihuang Temple informed them of the eight finalists, then return. There was no hurry.
"Oh? Master Lu and Master Meng."
Hearing someone see through their disguises, Lu Yang followed the voice and looked over. As expected, it was Tang Qiaoqiao and Cui Que'er.
Only the two of