"Hahaha, come on."
Qin Wudao laughed loudly, thrusting his spear straight through the void before stepping into it. Ye Lin followed close behind.
Watching the two vanish, the old man shook his head with a faint smile. In the end, they were only young men—too hot-blooded.
On the path of cultivation, maintaining such a state of mind was not necessarily bad. After all, it meant they would never lose the drive to keep moving forward.
Within the void, streams of turbulent spatial currents darted everywhere. Yet those currents, capable of instantly killing Mahayana cultivators, could not even get close to Ye Lin and Qin Wudao.
It was simply terrifying.
"Today, I will defeat you. From this day on, I shall have no rival in the Xuanhuang Great World."
Holding his spear, Qin Wudao's face brimmed with confidence. He would suppress every enemy beneath the heavens.
Ye Lin was now the strongest among Immortal Realm cultivators. So long as he defeated Ye Lin, who else in the Immortal Realm could stand against him?
In the Xuanhuang Great World, he would have no rivals. Truly, there would not be a single one who could fight him.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, remained calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"I'll give you a chance to make the first move."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Ye Lin radiated an otherworldly air.
But in Qin Wudao's eyes, that was nothing but a blatantly pretentious pose. Qin Wudao could no longer endure it. He could not tolerate the existence of anyone in this world more impressive than himself.
"Since you're so confident, fine. But when you lose later, don't go crying."
Not once did Qin Wudao mention killing Ye Lin, because he knew he could not kill him. Even if he defeated Ye Lin, he