You're Treating This Foundation Establishment Master of Yours as Though He Isn't Here!? How Dare You Humiliate My Disciple!

Training Ground.

Mo Wanli looked down at Xiao Huohuo from his lofty position, then suddenly burst into laughter:

"Good, good, good. Who would have thought that this trip of mine would bring me such an unexpected harvest?"

His eyes fixed greedily on the Rosy Red spiritual energy spilling from Xiao Huohuo's body.

"Inner force that makes even my inner force tremble and submit— even a grandmaster's cultivation method couldn't accomplish that."

Under the gazes of the crowd, Mo Wanli gave a soft chuckle and continued:

"This Seat also has a fondness for nurturing talent."

"Become my disciple, join the Black Underworld Sect, and offer your cultivation method to me."

"This Seat can grant you a chance to live."

Everyone frowned as they stared at Xiao Huohuo. A chance to live, and the opportunity to become a disciple of the Black Underworld Sect—how would Xiao Huohuo choose?

But who could have expected Xiao Huohuo to let out a scornful laugh and say disdainfully:

"Become your disciple?"

"I, Xiao Huohuo, already have a master. Compared with my master, you're nothing but an ant."

"And besides, what kind of rotten fish or shriveled shrimp is a grandmaster's cultivation method? How could it possibly compare with spiritual energy?"

"This young master cultivates immortality!"

As soon as those words fell, everyone was dumbfounded.

What was Xiao Huohuo talking about? Why were these words so unfamiliar? They had never even heard of them before.

Even Mo Wanli temporarily set aside the disrespect in Xiao Huohuo's words and instead narrowed his eyes as he asked:

"Cultivating immortality? What is that?"

"And what is spiritual energy?"

"Don't you and I both cultivate inner force?"

This question echoed in everyone's hearts at the same time.

Immortals were the beings enshrined in temples.

They were a rule carved into the bloodline of the dynasties of the Southern Desolate Realm since the beginning of its history.

Whether one was a Third-rate martial artist or a grandmaster, no one dared show disrespect or fail to bow before those lofty Immortal Gods!

The Shufa Grandmaster beside them snorted coldly:

"Taking cultivating immortality as your name is simply the height of arrogance."

"Could it be that after cultivating to the utmost extreme, you can actually become an immortal?"

Mo Wanli felt the spiritual energy overflowing from Xiao Huohuo's body and chuckled:

"This old man has traveled throughout the Southern Desolate Realm for several decades and can be considered to have seen a few grandmasters."

"Judging by the purity of your inner force, it's true that even a grandmaster's cultivation method isn't fit to stand beside it."

"Calling it cultivating immortality is indeed somewhat arrogant, but you do have the capital to be arrogant."

"To cultivate to your current level at your age—to reach the innate realm before eighteen, on top of possessing this cultivation method—perhaps you may one day break through the grandmaster realm."

"Invincible beneath heaven!"

Hearing Mo Wanli's words, not only did the several grandmasters frown slightly, even Wu Shan and the others were shocked.

They had never expected that even their enemy would hold Xiao Huohuo in such high regard.

An Invincible Grandmaster in the future!

Everyone stared at Xiao Huohuo in utter astonishment. They had witnessed what sort of existence today?

He was very likely a super-genius who appeared only once in a century in the Southern Desolate Realm.

It was just a pity...

Sure enough, Mo Wanli's tone turned slightly colder as he gazed at Xiao Huohuo:

"But the current you has only just broken through to the innate realm."

"No matter how powerful the cultivation method is, it still depends on the person."

As his voice fell, the terrifying aura within Mo Wanli burst forth with a roar.

Whoosh!

His nearly solidified inner force surged out like a raging tide, descending upon Xiao Huohuo's body like a towering mountain, dark and oppressive.

The floor shattered and suddenly sank downward.

The loose soil beneath the bricks was immediately compacted solid by the pressure of his inner force.

Wu Shan and the others within a hundred meters all suddenly sank under the pressure, finding it somewhat difficult to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and looked ahead.

At the center of the inner-force pressure, Xiao Huohuo's spine immediately bent. His body trembled violently, and he looked as though he were about to kneel on the ground.

A trace of surprise appeared in Mo Wanli's old eyes as he chuckled:

"Oh? It seems you have a bit of ability."

As he spoke, a dark gleam flashed through his eyes, and the aura around him surged out once more like wind and waves.

"Ah!"

Xiao Huohuo let out a miserable cry as his spine was forced even lower.

He was just about to collapse onto the ground.

Suddenly, a wave of energy erupted from Xiao Huohuo's body, covering his skin and fluttering ceaselessly like flames.

Amid the countless trembling gazes,

Xiao Huohuo tensed his body. His skin had turned violently red, whether from the spiritual energy or his blood, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"Even if I die, I'll never kneel to someone like you!"

Boom!!

Xiao Huohuo suddenly straightened his spine, and the blood-red spiritual energy throughout his body pierced through the dense Black Sha inner force.

Seeing this, even Mo Wanli praised him:

"Your backbone is commendable. Unfortunately, your strength is still too weak."

"What This Seat wants..."

Before he could finish, the young man before him suddenly let out an angry roar and charged at him with both fists wrapped in drifting spiritual energy.

A streak of scarlet Rosy Glow flashed past.

It shot toward the old man's abdomen.

Everyone was startled by the sight, their brows twitching.

Could Xiao Huohuo really be this fierce?

With a cultivation level that had only just broken through to the innate realm, he actually dared to take the initiative and attack a grandmaster?

Even if his combat strength was extraordinary, this was still something he absolutely shouldn't have been able to do!

The gap between the innate realm and the grandmaster realm could no longer be made up simply with powerful cultivation methods and martial skills.

Was he tired of living?

Sure enough, in the eyes of the black-robed old man, the young man charging toward him was as slow as a snail.

With a snap, the fist wrapped in roaring flames was easily clamped tightly by a powerful, withered palm resembling an eagle's claw.

Mo Wanli looked at the young man before him with amusement.

The latter abruptly looked up in shock. The skin covering his body had almost seeped into a blood-red hue.

The young man stared with gritted teeth, his black hair flying wildly. He raised the index finger trapped in the old man's grasp and suddenly roared:

"Great Desolation Prison Heaven Finger."

"Half a finger, shake..."

Before the spiritual energy throughout the young man's body could gather, a ruthless glint flashed through Mo Wanli's eyes:

"You're still far too green to challenge a grandmaster!"

There was a kacha, followed by a piercing scream. The withered yet powerful palm suddenly struck Huohuo's arm.

The spiritual energy that had gathered also scattered with a boom.

Xiao Huohuo was sent flying backward, and a trace of pain involuntarily appeared on his face.

However, amid his pale countenance, a hint of a smile suddenly flickered. His weak yet resolute voice rang out:

"This immortal art of mine isn't activated entirely through the spiritual energy within my body."

Hearing this, Mo Wanli suddenly looked up.

In midair, a dense mass of dark clouds lowered half of a blood-red giant finger.

There seemed to be some strange power between the giant finger that held his body in place for a moment, allowing the young man to escape.

Facing the giant finger descending from the heavens, Mo Wanli waved his hand, sending countless black beams shooting toward it.

The giant finger condensed in the sky for a moment before shattering with a boom.

Xiao Huohuo, who had already landed thirty meters away, spat out another line of blood.

Mo Wanli looked at Xiao Huohuo and rose lightly into the air, his voice rumbling like thunder:

"This old man isn't an ordinary grandmaster."

"Put away that trifling trick of yours."

"It's time for this to end."

At the same time, a pitch-black palm half again as large as the giant finger roared out from behind him and slowly descended toward Xiao Huohuo.

Everyone watched Xiao Huohuo with faces as pale as death.

The terrifying pressure within the giant palm left everyone present nearly suffocating.

The aura within that black palm was like the Judge's Brush of King Yama, filling everyone with utter despair.

They had already seen a peerless genius fall before their eyes.

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a soft sigh rang out.

A cold voice made everyone raise their heads and look back.

The young man who had stood beside the Training Ground all along, dressed in a dark-black deep robe, took one step forward. Blazing divine light flashed in his eyes.

Strands of invisible, terrifying spiritual energy spread out at lightning speed like a whirlpool!

His voice reverberated in everyone's ears:

"Bullying the weak with your strength like this—are you treating This Seat as though I'm not here?"