Chen Changsheng's arrogant tone made the Water Cloud Heavenly Emperor's expression turn grave.
Lu Mingyu was only an Immortal King Ninth Grade, yet he put no less pressure on the Water Cloud Heavenly Emperor than Zhang Bairen and the others did.
The Water Cloud Heavenly Emperor studied the affable-looking Lu Mingyu and said,
"I've long heard that the Undertaker's new disciple has a measure of the Desolate Heaven Emperor's bearing."
"I wonder whether you're truly as formidable as the rumors claim."
Lu Mingyu replied modestly, "How could ordinary men compare to First Senior Brother? You give me too much credit."
"Are you saying you can't compare to the Desolate Heaven Emperor of old?"
"You misunderstand. I mean that ordinary men like you aren't fit to speak of First Senior Brother."
"With your cultivation and talent, you're not qualified to discuss him."
"Arrogant!"
The answer sent the Water Cloud Heavenly Emperor into a rage.
But before he could strike, a massive fist slammed into his face.
Boom!
The Water Cloud Heavenly Emperor flew backward, crashing through several mountains under the force of the blow.
"You're too slow!"
Lu Mingyu stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the rising dust as he spoke calmly.
The Water Cloud Heavenly Emperor appeared behind him.
The two became streaks of light, colliding again and again in the sky.
Watching the battle overhead, Wang Hao could barely contain his excitement.
"Senior Zhang, I was born too late to see the Desolate Heaven Emperor fight."
"Tell me, how does Lu Mingyu now compare to him back then?"
Zhang Bairen sighed softly. "I witnessed the Desolate Heaven Emperor fight with my own eyes."
"More frightening than his unrivaled divine abilities was his flawless cultivation."
"The Bitter Sea System has existed for hundreds of thousands of