Competition
Compared to Chu Zhaoyang's grand procession, with several dragons pulling his carriage, Lu Xiaotian's entourage was pitifully small. Only Mu Xia, Nie Tianhou, and the people who had come after hearing the news—Shentu Zhanfeng, Bai Ruxue, Lin Shiqing, Zhang Taixu, and Meng Delin—accompanied him.
"Eastern Dan Saint, you've put off this contest again and again, but now the day has finally come. How do you plan to handle it?" Chu Zhaoyang called from the distant sky, hands on his hips as he looked down at Lu Xiaotian.
"The contest hasn't even started, and you already think you've won. That isn't confidence; it's blind, ignorant arrogance. But for the sake of those ten million low-grade immortal crystals, I'll go easy on you and spare you too humiliating a loss."
Lu Xiaotian smiled. Chu Zhaoyang was indeed an Immortal Lord's son, but he wasn't from the Honghao Celestial Court. He was from the distant Yu Xuan Celestial Court. No matter how shameless that Netherworld Immortal Lord might be, he couldn't come after Lu Xiaotian over Chu Zhaoyang's affairs. After all, Chu Zhaoyang had already made more than enough enemies here.
"What a big mouth. Today, I'll teach you that someone suited to alchemy shouldn't come out and make a fool of himself. If you have no objections, let's start right now. I've waited so long that I can barely hold myself back." Chu Zhaoyang gave a feral grin. He'd had enough of trading barbs with Lu Xiaotian. For over a year, he'd been waiting for the chance to give Lu Xiaotian a proper beating. Since entering the Honghao Celestial Court, no one had ever made him wait this long.
In Chu Zhaoyang's eyes, however much Lu Xiaotian had mocked and scorned him, he would repay it with humiliation ten times over.