"Young Master, enough is enough!" the Celestial Immortal beside him urged.
"If I don't give that Eastern brat a thorough beating, I'll never be able to swallow this grudge." Thinking back to his encounter with Lu Xiaotian just now—especially how Lu Xiaotian had actually tried to act like his elder—Chu Zhaoyang felt another surge of anger he could not suppress.
It wasn't that he was naturally dull-witted or unable to see through some of his opponent's schemes and intentions. It was simply that, ever since birth, he had been accustomed to holding himself high above others. After being so thoroughly provoked by Lu Xiaotian, Chu Zhaoyang would never be able to vent his indignation unless he gave Lu Xiaotian a vicious thrashing.
"Using immortal crystals to crush your opponent is a rather low-level tactic. You still have to defeat him in a spell duel for the victory to truly be glorious. That would also deal the greatest blow to his confidence," another Celestial Immortal said.
"Of course I understand that principle, but that Eastern brat is slippery. He won't fight me easily, and he still hasn't given me a definite answer. Otherwise, why would I be worrying about all this?" Chu Zhaoyang snorted. "He is, after all, a third-grade Pill Saint with a promising future. It won't be easy to force him to submit."
"Didn't that Eastern brat say that he would talk about it once no one could defeat the Young Master? When the time comes, use those words against him. He looks calm and detached, but he must still care about saving face."
"Fine, let's do that." Chu Zhaoyang spoke with some reluctance. Given his temperament, he certainly wanted to win the Void-Crossing Mirror at auction. But even he couldn't have an unlimited supply of immortal crystals. After