Elder Chi Wu looked into the True Martial Sacred Sect and spoke indifferently.
He paid no attention to the others, merely gazing into the sect with detached eyes.
"Hadn't I always been here?" An aged voice sounded from another part of the void.
Elder Chi Wu hurriedly rose to his feet. In the void behind him, the Sky Curtain War God was seated within the emptiness.
He held a fishing rod in his hand, which slowly descended from the heavens.
It carried something of the force of a waterfall plunging three thousand feet; at the very bottom of the rod, a ten-thousand-foot river surged through the void.
The river rushed upward as though it wished to ascend to the Ninth Heaven, while countless fish of different colors surged madly around one end of the rod.
A mere ordinary fishing rod descended from the heavens and stirred up ten-thousand-foot waves, while the Sky Curtain War God sat there at leisure, seeming remarkably relaxed and refined.
"Sky Curtain, do you intend to fight as well?" Elder Chi Wu asked.
"You are still not enough," the Sky Curtain War God said, shaking his head slightly.
"Back then, after Patriarch Divine Sun bore the Heavenly Mandate, he praised you greatly, saying that you could endure ten moves in his hands without defeat," Elder Chi Wu snorted coldly.
"But you and I are in the same realm. I have waited a long time for this battle."
"I said, you are still not enough." The Sky Curtain War God continued to shake his head.
With a wave of his right hand, an invisible force spread across his palm. Immediately afterward, the ten-thousand-foot waves below began to churn.
A droplet of water shot into the sky and landed in the Sky Curtain War God's hand.
He lightly