"Yan Ting, that noisy voice of yours was getting on my nerves too. Heh, perfect."
Rumble!
Heaven and earth essence qi erupted in turmoil, the Great Dao of the void rang out, and the ground trembled. The two began fighting the moment they disagreed. Both were among the younger generation of the Immortal Territory; neither would bow his head.
Yet this battle only drew the attention of a few cultivators and did not affect the other beings clearing the battlefield in the slightest.
The Vast Clan remained the most diligent. Hardworking and unafraid of hardship, they took pride in their race's name. They were the universally acknowledged model-worker race of the Five Aggregates Immortal Domain, and also a race the Dao Ancestor had never been stingy with praise for.
Over the years, this race had grown ever more prosperous and famous. Their figures could be found in nearly every trade and profession, and even the battlefield was no exception.
Many major powers had witnessed this race's drive to forge ahead. Effort deserved equal reward—such were the rules of the Immortal Territory.
Today, at the edge of the Southern Foothills.
The Heavenly Wheel Patriarch was berating his disciples under him furiously, beside himself with rage. This battle was clearly supposed to be the Heavenly Wheel Sect's campaign to establish its name in the Immortal Territory, so how had it turned into a relief campaign instead?!
Why had forces from every corner of the Immortal Territory come swarming over? Why had they not wiped them out in one strike, so that when those forces came to reinforce them, they could calmly say, "The great enemy has been eliminated. My sect alone bore the burden!"
He had imagined that gratifying scene countless times. Such a perfect opportunity had all gone to waste.
Bang!