Next, things indeed unfolded just as that disciple had said.
Tang Yun of the Golden Feather Sect, known as the Little Immortal, did not direct his gaze at the Ning True Disciple in their eyes.
"Profound Heaven's tenth True Disciple truly lives up to his reputation."
He offered a faint word of praise.
The Profound Heaven Sect members merely wore cold expressions.
Yet their emotions did not fluctuate much.
Their opponent hailed from the Primordial Era, a genuine Immortal Seed.
So what if Ning True Disciple had lost?
They were not such poor losers, either.
Sparring and discussing the Dao had always been like this.
How could there possibly be cultivators who sang triumphantly forever, forever walking an invincible path?
Even if there were, viewed against the Long River of Time in the vast Nine Heavens Great Realm, they were far too few—far too few.
Suppressing one's generation and crushing all cultivators beneath heaven were two entirely different things.
Tang Yun swept his gaze across them, narrowing his eyes slightly. "The Nine Immortals Sect truly deserves its reputation as an orthodox lineage with profound heritage. When it comes to tempering the Dao Heart, my Golden Feather Sect still falls far short."
Having observed the fluctuations in thought among both the Golden Feather Sect disciples and the Profound Heaven Immortal Sect disciples, this thought flashed through his mind.
However, he had not come here today to make friends.
With that thought, a trace of battle intent surfaced on his face.
"Which other Profound Heaven True Disciple dares to take the stage and contend with me?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried the momentum of having just defeated a True Disciple with thunderous force. Coupled with his arrogant expression, everyone knew this was the simplest kind of provocation.
Yet at