"Come down from the clouds? Fight on foot?"
The Orthodox Cultivators were dumbfounded.
Wang Quan, on the other hand, was used to this. He sneered disdainfully. "Only mud-legged peasants and country bumpkins fight on foot!"
"High-level spell duels are usually fought in the air."
"Don't tell me you can't fly this high!"
His barrage of ridicule left the cultivators of the Mortal World so furious that smoke poured from their seven orifices.
The other Orthodox Cultivators recovered and roared with laughter. "If you can't come up, stay down there and eat lightning and fire!"
"We'll toss down a few bolts and fireballs to blow you up for fun in a bit!"
"A bunch of mud-legged peasants who can't even fly high, and you want to replace us?"
"Laughable! Laughable! Laughable!"
The New-Method Cultivators seethed with towering flames of rage. Looking up at Wang Quan and the others in the sky only made them feel as though they were gazing up at towering figures.
That feeling-was utterly awful.
"What do we do? We can't fly up there, so we can't fight. What are we supposed to do?"
They had come spoiling for a spell duel, only to find they couldn't even fucking fight their opponents in the air. How were they supposed to duel now?
One clever fellow had a flash of inspiration. "Everyone, our bodies might not be able to fly high, but we can take off from somewhere high!"
"Hm?"
"What do you mean?"
The clever fellow declared smugly, "We'll build a really tall cloud platform, fly onto it first, then take off again from the platform."
At those words, everyone saw the light.
"Quick, build a cloud platform."
With bitter expressions, a group of New-Method Cultivators and a group of spirit beasts began building the cloud platform with