Gai Jiuyou covered his eye socket and staggered back several steps. As he shed the force of the blow, the plain beneath his feet split open into a deep valley stretching hundreds of miles.
Before this, however, this area had been nothing but barren mountains.
"Oh? Senior Gai, what happened? Can't fight anymore? Can't help but admit defeat?"
Adam held the Beginningless Bell in one hand and raised his clenched fist high with the other, his entire body shrouded in dazzling immortal light:
"Are you going to say something like, 'That wicked child of Central Province bullies me for being old and weak'?"
"You—!!!"
Gai Jiuyou's beard trembled with fury:
"If not for the Dao injuries I suffered when I failed to break through years ago, compounded by my approaching lifespan limit and withered blood energy..."
"Hey—don't make excuses. If you're bad, you're bad. Practice more if you're bad. If you can't afford to lose, don't fight."
Adam wore an expression practically begging to infuriate someone to death:
"The past was the past, and the present is the present. If you keep treating the past as the present, why not compare yourself to when you were born?"
"..."
Gai Jiuyou had already started rolling his eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey—why are old folks these days so easily angered? Say a few words, and you're ready to die or live over it?"
Adam had not expected Gai Jiuyou's heart to be so fragile, and hurriedly took two steps toward him.
"Haha! The old ginger is still the spiciest!"
Gai Jiuyou suddenly sprang up and struck Adam's chest with his palm, only for a bang to ring out, sounding like some kind of pottery percussion instrument.
Looking down, Gai Jiuyou saw a clay jar between his palm and the other man's chest. Its