Although Sir had already left, Long Aotian still did not lower his guard.
The reason was simple. Besides Sir, there were two even stronger opponents not far away.
Boom!
Lu Jun unleashed his Thunder Dharma Manifestation, pushing the Fighting Saint Technique to its absolute limit.
A True Dragon roared, a phoenix cried across the nine heavens, and Lu Jun evolved countless divine ability phenomena as he charged at Wu Li.
But unfortunately, no matter how many methods Lu Jun exhausted, Wu Li's iron fists were enough to shatter everything.
Bang!
With one punch, he shattered the True Dragon phenomenon, then Wu Li flashed before Lu Jun.
He was so fast that Lu Jun had nowhere to evade, nowhere to hide.
Bang!
Pfft!
A fist shot out, blood sprayed, and Lu Jun's chest was pierced straight through.
Wu Li held Lu Jun by the throat with one hand, as though he were carrying a sickly dead chicken.
"Too weak. That is not how the Fighting Saint Technique is used."
"With your current abilities, you are not yet qualified to inherit an Immortal Emperor's legacy."
"Teacher praised you people to the skies, but your performance has not met my expectations."
"Perhaps you can receive excellent evaluations from others, but here with me, you are still not qualified."
Hearing Wu Li's words, Lu Jun grinned viciously through a mouthful of blood. "The legendary Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li truly is unmatched beneath the heavens."
"But you had better hold on tight, because the moment you let go, one day I will smash your head apart."
Looking at the madness in Lu Jun's eyes, Wu Li said calmly, "Now that is more like it. How can a cultivator's eyes be without killing intent?"
"If there were no Great Dao Contention between us, I might