"Lin Tian's strength certainly cannot match the Dao Ancestor's. Otherwise, he would have no need to take his entire sect into secluded cultivation. Still, judging by how Lin Tian looks now, I truly am no match for him!"
What Yuanshi had utterly refused to acknowledge before, he now had no choice but to admit.
He looked toward Lin Tian and pondered for a moment.
The safest approach was actually to ignore Lin Tian and the Spirit Vine Sect altogether. He did not even need to leave any threats behind; he could simply sweep up the Chan Sect disciples and leave Mount Qianyuan immediately. Since Lin Tian intended to lead his Spirit Vine Sect into seclusion to avoid the calamity, he could hardly keep taking his disciples out to roam around, much less pursue the Chan Sect.
But leaving without a word would be tantamount to admitting defeat before Lin Tian.
It was a fact that his divine abilities could not rival Lin Tian's.
In his heart, Yuanshi had reluctantly acknowledged this.
But acknowledging it inwardly and admitting it before all living beings under heaven were two entirely different things. To Yuanshi, the latter was absolutely unacceptable.
At this moment, Yuanshi's arrogance once again restricted his choices, trapping him between advancing and retreating.
If he fought, he could not win. If he retreated, he could not stomach it!
Apprehension and resentment kept clashing within Yuanshi's heart. He stood where he was, looking at Lin Tian. Though his expression remained dark and icy, his gaze wavered.
"Yuanshi, if you want to fight, then fight. Why dither like a rat peering out of both ends of its hole? Could it be that you fear me? If you do, have your Chan Sect disciples kneel and kowtow in apology to the immortals of my