In the chaos, the Ancestral Dragon's true body wound for tens of thousands of miles, and his pair of dragon eyes flashed as he stared fixedly at this Haotian.
"The tone is wrong..."
The Ancestral Dragon said in a deep voice. This one was not like the Haotian in his memories.
"Still wasting words at a time like this? Ancestral Dragon, come fight."
Lu Chuan said in a ringing voice, crossing the chaos, unwilling to give the Ancestral Dragon any chance to examine the truth closely.
What was the truth?
The truth was that Great Emperor Haotian had simply left, and this one was an impostor he had used to scare off Kunpeng.
If there truly had been some plan to catch a turtle in a jar, Haotian would not have left him some Eight Immortals Plan.
"I believe in you!"
When he remembered the last four words on that scroll, Haotian's smile seemed to be right before his eyes, making Lu Chuan unable to stop himself from wanting to curse.
The Ancestral Dragon, Kunpeng, and he himself were now all peak Ancestor Realm experts. In terms of cultivation, there was little difference between them; what differed was only the daos and arts each of them cultivated.
It was not as if he, Lu Chuan, lacked the courage to fight two great experts alone with his own strength. But he had only just become the Heavenly Emperor; if the cart overturned, that joke would be far too big, so it was better to play it steady.
"Ancestral Dragon, fight!"
Golden light blazed in Lu Chuan's eyes, his battle intent high. Every strand of hair on his head was crystalline, and his aura was vast as a boundless ocean as he strode through the chaos, formed a fist seal, and blasted