Though his realm had fallen, he remained calm and unruffled, still maintaining the bearing of a Dao Ancestor before others.
Yet it knew exactly how much pain and torment Chen Xun carried inside, even a faint trace of humility. Now, it seemed he did not even dare speak too loudly.
He had hurriedly sent away so many old friends from the various Domains, including his third sister and fourth brother. He probably did not want anyone else to see him in such a frail state... After all, he had always been the one shielding others from wind and rain.
"Moo..." The Black Bull's gaze toward Chen Xun held the same heartache as He Ling's eyes.
Chen Xun had never been one to chase quick success and instant gain, yet for that battle, he had taken an immense shortcut on the Immortal Dao.
As a result, he had no contingency plan for his present circumstances. He could only monotonously throw punches, searching for the power of his physical body.
Having followed Chen Xun all this way, this was the first time the Black Bull had seen a situation where even he had no backup plan. It slowly crouched down, silently standing guard over Chen Xun.
Beneath the flying waterfall.
"Ha, hah! One punch and I'll send all you Immortals flying on your walking sticks!"
"One punch and I'll beat you until even your own fathers won't recognize you!"
"One punch and I'll make you explode into Spirit Stones!"
"One punch and I'll beat you so badly your third grandaunt and eighth aunt will come mourn you at the funeral feast!"
With every punch, Chen Xun cursed under his breath. The more he cursed, the more fired up he became; the more he cursed, the stronger his punches grew. He had