"Old bastard, I knew you'd pull this. Go on, try it! I may be a little weaker than you, but wiping out this Grandmaster of Alchemy would be as easy as turning over my hand. Let's see if you can protect him!"
Patriarch Chijie had been on guard against the Crane-Sound Hermit all along. How could he let the man catch him off guard so easily? At present, he was only relying on the black banner to suppress the other man's Thundershadow Fire-Sand and keep it from displaying its true power.
After all, the Crane-Sound Hermit was a level above him. Even so, Patriarch Chijie could do nothing to him. And with that Tenth Tier spirit crane at the other man's side, Patriarch Chijie might have been unwilling to accept the truth, but he had no choice.
He simply couldn't accept letting the Crane-Sound Hermit reap all the benefits.
Lu Xiaotian's heart lurched. He had seen Patriarch Chijie's strength with his own eyes; he was no match for him. If the other man pursued him with all his might, then even with Bat King's Dharma Wings, Lu Xiaotian would be at his mercy in such a desolate place.
And if he fled to a heavily guarded Immortal City, he might escape Patriarch Chijie's control, but he would wind up under someone else's watchful eye. Out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's lair—Lu Xiaotian certainly wasn't about to do that. At this point, neither fleeing nor staying seemed like a good choice.
Lu Xiaotian helplessly realized that even though he had reached the peak of what a Golden Core cultivator could attain, in the eyes of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, he was still no more than an ant.
"Very well. We've known each other for many years; there's no