The youth was naturally Luo Ming, a third-generation true disciple of the Heavenly Luo Ancient Sect. The old man's aura was unfathomable; he seemed even stronger than the Weishui Heavenly God and Daoist Ganxing.
Chen Nianzhi understood at once that this man was Luo Ming's guardian Daoist.
With that thought, he gave a slight nod and calmly cupped his hands. "Greetings, Senior and Fellow Daoist Luo."
The old Daoist's gaze shifted as he said meaningfully, "You should know that our four great factions are now plotting to deal with you together."
"Yet under such circumstances, you still dare seek us out. Are you truly not afraid that I will summon people to surround and kill you?"
Chen Nianzhi smiled faintly, then said, "Since I dared to come, I naturally fear nothing. Even if you gather them here, I can still overturn this palace and leave."
"Bold indeed."
Luo Ming opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I have long heard that your talent is unmatched beneath heaven. Today, I have wished to test myself against you."
As he spoke, he gripped a sword embryo and slashed forward.
Yet Chen Nianzhi did not move. With a raise of his hand, two fingers steadily clamped the resplendent immortal sword. No matter how Luo Ming urged it, the blade could not advance a single inch.
Then Chen Nianzhi sneered and flicked a finger. Luo Ming was sent flying backward.
"You are not my match."
Chen Nianzhi spoke calmly, merely stating a fact.
Luo Ming raised his head, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He saw the man in snow-white robes standing there in tranquil silence, like an unparalleled Immortal Lord surveying the myriad heavens, possessed of an indescribable elegance that set him apart from the world.
"I am inferior to