You Think I, the Foundation Building Master, Am Not Here!? Such Humiliation to My Disciple!

Training Ground.

Mo Wanli looked down at Xiao Huohuo and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Good, good, good! I never expected this trip would yield such an unexpected gain."

His eyes fixed on the rosy spiritual energy emanating from Xiao Huohuo's body, filled with greed.

"This kind of internal energy that makes my own internal energy tremble and submit, even a Grandmaster's cultivation method can't achieve this."

Under the gaze of many, Mo Wanli chuckled softly and continued:

"I, too, have a heart for talent."

"Join my sect, become a disciple of Black Underworld Sect, and offer your cultivation method to me."

"I will grant you a chance to live."

Everyone frowned, watching Xiao Huohuo. How would he choose? A chance to live, or join the Black Underworld Sect?

But to everyone's surprise, Xiao Huohuo scoffed disdainfully:

"Join your sect?"

"I, Xiao Huohuo, already have a master. Compared to my master, you are nothing but an ant."

"Also, what is a Grandmaster's cultivation method? A piece of trash, worthy of being compared to spiritual power?"

"This young master cultivates immortality!"

As his voice fell, everyone was stunned.

What was Xiao Huohuo talking about? The words were so strange, they had never even heard them before.

Even Mo Wanli didn't dwell on Xiao Huohuo's disrespect for the moment, but asked intently:

"Cultivating immortality? What is that?"

"Spiritual power, what is that?"

"Aren't we both cultivating internal energy?"

This question also arose in everyone's hearts simultaneously.

Immortals were worshipped in temples.

It was a rule etched into the bloodline of dynasties in the Southern Wasteland since time immemorial.

Whether a third-rate martial artist or a Grandmaster, none dared to disrespect or refuse to bow to the high and mighty immortal gods!

Grandmaster Shufa beside him snorted coldly:

"To claim to cultivate immortality is simply arrogant."

"Could it be that if you cultivate to the extreme, you can become an immortal?"

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

"I, this old man, have traveled the Southern Desolate Realm for decades and have seen a few Grandmasters."

"Judging by the purity of your internal energy, it's true that even a Grandmaster's cultivation method is not worthy of comparison."

"Claiming to cultivate immortality, though a bit arrogant, you have the capital for it."

"At your age, to have reached this level, Xiantian before eighteen, coupled with this cultivation method. In the future, you might have the potential to break through to Grandmaster."

"Invincible under heaven!"

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

They never expected that even their enemy would have such a high evaluation of Xiao Huohuo.

In the future, an invincible Grandmaster!

Everyone's eyes were filled with immense shock as they looked at Xiao Huohuo. What kind of existence had they witnessed today?

Possibly a super genius encountered once in a hundred years in the Southern Wasteland.

It's a pity...

As expected, Mo Wanli's tone turned a bit colder, and he stared at Xiao Huohuo:

"But, as you are now, you have only just broken through to Xiantian."

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

As his voice fell, Mo Wanli's terrifying aura surged out.

Wind!!!

The nearly solidified internal energy surged out, like a great mountain, pressing down heavily on Xiao Huohuo's body.

The floor shattered and sank abruptly.

The loose soil beneath the bricks was immediately compacted by this internal energy.

Wu Shan and the others within a hundred meters felt a sudden heaviness, struggling to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and looked forward.

Under the oppression of internal energy, Xiao Huohuo's heart was immediately pressed down, his spine bent, his body trembled violently, and he was about to kneel on the ground.

Mo Wanli's old eyes held a hint of surprise, and he chuckled:

"Oh, it seems you have some ability."

As he spoke, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and his aura surged out again like a tidal wave.

"Ah!"

Xiao Huohuo cried out in pain, his spine sinking further under the pressure.

He was on the verge of collapsing to the ground.

Suddenly, a wave of energy erupted from Xiao Huohuo's body, covering his surface like flickering flames.

Amidst the many trembling gazes.

Xiao Huohuo tensed his body, his skin turning flushed, whether from spiritual energy or blood. Gritting his teeth, he said:

"Even if I die, I won't kneel to someone like you!"

Boom!!

Xiao Huohuo straightened his spine abruptly, his blood-red spiritual energy piercing through the dense black sha internal energy.

Seeing this, even Mo Wanli couldn't help but praise:

"Good backbone, but unfortunately, your strength is still too weak."

"What this seat wants..."

Before he could finish, the young man in front of him suddenly roared, his spiritual energy-infused fists charging towards him.

A scarlet glow streaked across the air.

It attacked towards the old man's abdomen.

Everyone was shocked, their eyebrows twitching.

Was Xiao Huohuo really this fierce?

With his cultivation having just broken through to Xiantian, he dared to directly attack a Grandmaster?

Even if his combat strength was not bad, this was something that was fundamentally impossible!

The gap between Xiantian and Grandmaster could no longer be simply bridged by powerful cultivation methods or martial skills.

Was he tired of dying so quickly?

As expected, the charging young man was as slow as a snail in the eyes of the black-robed old man.

With a "snap," his punch, wreathed in roaring flames, was easily caught by a withered yet powerful hand, like an eagle's claw.

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

The latter was startled and looked up, his skin almost turning blood-red.

The young man gritted his teeth, his black hair disheveled, and he raised his index finger, which was being held, and roared:

"Great Desolation Prison Heaven Finger."

"Half Finger, Shake..."

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

"Challenging a Grandmaster, you're still too green!"

With a "kacha" sound and a fierce scream, the withered, powerful palm slammed down onto Huohuo's arm.

The gathered spiritual energy also dispersed with a roar.

Xiao Huohuo flew backward, a pained expression involuntarily appearing on his face.

However, amidst his pale face, a hint of a smile suddenly appeared, and he said in a weak yet firm voice:

"My immortal technique isn't entirely activated by the spiritual power within me."

Hearing this, Mo Wanli looked up sharply.

In mid-air, a half-section of a blood-red giant finger descended from the dense dark clouds.

There seemed to be a strange force between the giant fingers, momentarily freezing his body, and the young man thus escaped.

Facing the giant finger descending from the heavens, Mo Wanli waved his large hand, unleashing countless black lights.

The giant finger paused in the sky for a moment before shattering with a roar.

Xiao Huohuo, who had already fallen thirty meters away, spat out another stream of blood.

Mo Wanli looked at Xiao Huohuo, floating gently, his voice thundering:

"This old man is no ordinary Grandmaster."

"Put away your petty tricks."

"It's time for this to end."

At the same time, a dark palm, half again as large as the giant finger, roared out from behind him, slowly descending towards Xiao Huohuo.

Everyone looked at Xiao Huohuo with ashen faces.

The terrifying pressure within the giant palm made everyone present almost suffocate.

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

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

Just as everyone thought the dust had settled, a sigh echoed.

A cold, clear voice caused everyone to look up.

The youth, who had been standing by the training ground in black deep clothes, took a step forward, his eyes flashing with divine light.

Tendrils of invisible, terrifying spiritual power spread out rapidly like a vortex!

His voice resonated in everyone's ears:

"Bullying the weak with such might, are you implying I'm not here?"