I Don't Think I Can Win

"As for the rest..."

Lu Chuan looked across at the other side. In that case, the high-level combatants they still had left were Wei Hu and Nezha; he supposed Li Jing could be counted as one as well.

Those three seemed to be his job.

In his eyes, Li Jing's strength was not all that great. His roots for cultivation were extremely poor, so after taking True Person Du'e as his master, he could only cultivate the Martial Way. Of course, he had also learned a bit of the Five Elements Escape Technique.

Later, he seemed to have changed his sect and entered Randeng's tutelage. It was only when Randeng passed that Thirty-Three Heavens Golden Exquisite Pagoda to him that his strength increased greatly.

That Golden Exquisite Pagoda was a heavy treasure, containing tremendous power within. Gods, immortals, demons, and devils could all be taken into it. When facing an enemy, there was no need to fight; one only had to send it out.

It suited someone like Li Jing, whose own combat strength was poor, extremely well.

Unfortunately, that Golden Exquisite Pagoda had just been swept away in one go by his elder brother with the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Without the Exquisite Pagoda, Old Li became a tiger without claws or fangs.

The most troublesome one was still Wei Hu. With True Immortal cultivation, his strength could not be called anything but formidable. Lu Chuan's Dao Integration Realm cultivation gave him not the slightest advantage before Wei Hu.

"Oh right, Ziya, I return this item to you."

In the sky, Daoist Randeng's eyes suddenly flashed. He abruptly remembered something, raised his hand, and pointed downward. A streak of radiance flew over and transformed into the Apricot Yellow Flag.

"The Apricot Yellow Flag!"

Jiang Ziya's face lit with joy as