Li Su took a gulp of seawater, feeling both excited and silent.
Could he fool the other side? If he chose someone more ordinary, he would be confident. But replacing them with the Bull Demon King meant he had to prepare for the worst.
Was this battle difficult?
Extremely difficult.
The pressure generated by the strength the Bull Demon King had displayed? Honestly, that had only been about one-third of the total pressure.
The other party was indeed powerful, standing at far too high a level. Even suppressed to the same realm, he still exceeded all imagination.
But one must not forget that Li Su himself was also highly abnormal. Back in the Dao Attainment Realm, he had fought three Dao Mastery Realm cultivators alone, forcing them to call for reinforcements. At least in the world of Journey to the West, such a thing had never happened before.
Yet he had done it.
He had now spent a full two years merged with the Great Dao. Not only had his realm improved tremendously, his understanding of the Great Dao had reached unprecedented heights as well.
That was two full years, and with two hundred percent comprehension devoted to enlightenment.
Against someone like the Bull Demon King, suffering a few minor losses was inevitable. But to say he had been beaten to the point of having no ability to fight back at all—that was going too far.
Then why had it turned out like this?
Because Li Su was afraid.
The Bull Demon King had been summoned over and descended at the peak of the early Dao Mastery Realm. Li Su did not care about that at all.
Winning might not have been easy, but actually losing would have been truly difficult.
But Li Su did not dare. Forget winning—even if