"But in the end, you're only at the sixth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm. Your body may be formidable and your Primordial Spirit may have undergone transformation, but even if you pose some threat to me, you still lack the tempering of time."
"Come back for another battle in fifty years. Even if you haven't reached Quasi-Emperor Ninth Heaven by then, you'll be able to fight me in earnest, and you'll most likely win."
Ning Fei spoke with a sigh. His advice to the prodigy before him was sincere. He did not want a cultivator of such extraordinary talent to mistake the power of a Quasi-Emperor like him just because the Golden Age had only begun. Fang Yang might think the Undying Empress was merely a step below him and seek fame by treading over the First Divine General's bones, only to lose the battle and have his Dao heart waver and shatter.
He had seen too many such cases.
Many prodigies on the Emperor Road nurtured an "invincible" Dao heart. Things went well while the wind was at their backs, but once they suffered a setback, not only would their temperament change, even their talent could decline.
In his view, Fang Yang had reached this point at such a young age by sweeping aside the prodigies of his generation and monsters who had cultivated for years, forging an "invincible" Dao heart along the way.
Whether that heart could withstand defeat remained to be seen.
"Haha!"
"Why are you so arrogant, First Divine General?"
"Take one punch from me first."
Ning Fei's words did not shake Fang Yang's will to fight. He did not believe he would lose.
Even if he used none of those profound secret arts in this battle and fought only with methods he had comprehended himself,