"How about it? Confident you can fight an Initial Martial Practitioner? They're all bound by the Heavenly Shackles, so they can't unleash their full strength."
Lu Hao watched the two ongoing battles, then glanced at the three Initial Martial Supreme Powerhouses rapidly approaching. He asked Shi Po beside him,
"Are you kidding? How could I lack confidence? Even that dead dog can fight them to a draw. I don't think I'm any weaker than them. I've wanted to test these Initial Martial Practitioners' strength for a long time. Even one against three would be no problem for me!"
Shi Po declared with soaring momentum. In his life, Shi Po had never considered himself inferior to anyone—except his own Fat Spirit.
"Bathhouse Keeper is bragging again. Even this cat can't stand watching it," Gray Cat said with a smile from the side.
"Alright, Gray Cat, go wait in the back first. Once we clean up these Initial Martial Practitioners, we'll take you to find something delicious. Fellow Daoist Shi, they've arrived."
Lu Hao set Gray Cat down and looked into the distance.
"Hahaha! Heaven truly has eyes! Gray Cat actually came here as well. Once we destroy Gray Cat and escape this damned Sky Tomb, it will be the moment Initial Martial rules the world!"
Fist God arrived and, upon confirming that it truly was Gray Cat, laughed excitedly. As for the two people in front of Gray Cat, they were nothing more than ants. One was that brat from back then, only at Level 7 now. The other's exact condition could not be seen, but he was probably only Break Eight. Yet they had three Break Eight fighters here. Fist God glanced at the situations on the other two battlefields. One Level 7 Heavenly Dog, one Level 7 Tian Chen.