"Quack, Ancient Immortal—no, you're not dead yet?!"
Black Duck's expression changed in shock as he looked at the broad, burly man approaching him.
"Futian."
Ancient Immortal's face remained composed. He ignored the foul-mouthed Black Duck and instead fixed Chen Xun with a sharp gaze. "Will you fight me?"
"You cannot be my opponent."
Chen Xun shook his head, uninterested. "I heard that you have traveled through the battlefields of various Great Worlds these past years, but Martial Dao cannot reach the heavens. You still need much more training."
Ancient Immortal was a disciple deeply valued by the old headmaster of the Primordial Academy, but Martial Dao was ultimately still Martial Dao. He was neither the Strength Law nor the Immortal Dao; his mighty power was ultimately far too limited.
"Will you fight me?" Ancient Immortal repeated. His brows rose, gathering supreme battle intent. In the void, an Eight-Armed Martial Immortal Body, its blood and qi surging and intimidating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, stared at Chen Xun.
That body dyed the firmament crimson, as though it had been tempered by countless wars.
Ancient Immortal was certainly not one blessed with peerless talent, but he was definitely the most hardworking cultivator Chen Xun had ever seen, with the purest heart for the Dao... defeated in a hundred battles, yet never yielding.
Buzz!
Wild winds rose between heaven and earth, forcing Mountain-Seated Duck back half a step beneath Ancient Immortal's aura.
Chen Xun's silver hair fluttered as he slowly rose, like heaven and earth themselves rising upright. A smile curled his lips. "Ancient Immortal, this Dao Ancestor grants you a battle!"
Boom—
He held two fingers upright before his chest and no longer used the Thunder Law.
Behind him, an equally majestic Immortal Realm Dharma Aspect stood tall in the