But Nan Hua was weak.
Chong Que was at the peak of his strength.
He respectfully dealt Nan Hua a heavy blow, then cupped his hands and said with equal respect, "Master, you are not your disciple's match for now. You should rest and recuperate. Once this disciple reaches the Dao Palace, master and disciple can discuss the Dao anew."
Chong Que spoke in the tone of an old man.
To outsiders, Nan Hua instead looked like the disciple, while Chong Que was the weathered Dao Ancestor Luotian.
At those words.
Nan Hua rolled his eyes, as though the last breath keeping him alive had finally vanished.
"Ke Ding, let's go."
Chen Xun beckoned. His calm gaze swept over the Myriad Races Bridge battlefield before finally settling on Taixiao. He gave a meaningful smile, carrying the air of: You actually dared call this Dao Ancestor by name. One day, I'll come and club you from behind.
Taixiao's gaze was grave as he stared at Chen Xun in the distance.
No...
This distance was still somewhat too great.
He had no intention of surrounding or scheming against Chen Xun. He merely wanted to fight him alone through Dao arts, but it seemed it was not enough for now. He still needed a great opportunity.
Taixiao withdrew his gaze and looked beyond the battlefield's heavens and earth.
Soon.
The Immortal Realm's heavens and earth were entering their prime. Then, supreme opportunities would naturally descend into the world, along with a chance to break through to 'True Immortal'!
Amid the wind and snow.
Chen Xun led a large group away. There were cultivators from Eternal Ancient, as well as several great bandits from the Great Violet Luo Heavenly Palace. Yet Chen Xun himself counted as an 'old bandit,' so he asked about their