Below the Duel Platform.
Yue Chenfeng, Mo Chen, and Jiang Chuan sat by the railing, their eyes on Iron Egg and the Originfire Cloud Lion, who faced each other on opposite sides.
"Senior brothers, which side do you favor?" Jiang Chuan asked with interest.
"Senior Sister Su, naturally." Mo Chen smiled. "Junior Brother Chen may have peerless talent and have forged a forty-five-thousand-zhang Heavenly Gang Dharma Form, but he only became a Nascent Soul True Lord a few years ago. His Nascent Soul has yet to be polished to perfection, so he cannot bring out much of a Nascent Soul True Lord's power."
Mo Chen was, after all, a Nascent Soul Peak True Lord himself.
In his view, in terms of aptitude and Root Bone alone, Senior Sister Su was indeed far beneath their youngest junior brother, beyond comparison.
After all, every True Lord present who understood their youngest junior brother's aptitude and Root Bone knew what they meant. Even their eldest senior brother, Yue Chenfeng, could hardly compare.
Nor was he exaggerating. With such terrifying aptitude, a Contract Heavenly Gang Mysterious Beast, and the Jade Purity Immortal Art, their youngest junior brother could all but crush newly advanced True Lords with overwhelming superiority in a battle at the same cultivation level.
The problem was that this sparring match between True Lords was not fair!
In terms of cultivation, Dao practice, and fighting strength, Senior Sister Su had cultivated diligently for six hundred years and long since reached the Nascent Soul Peak. Even if she used a secret art to keep her cultivation at the Nascent Soul middle stage this time, she could still crush their youngest junior brother through sheer strength.
"Junior Brother Jiang, you seem to favor Junior Brother Chen?"
Yue Chenfeng immediately caught Jiang Chuan's unspoken meaning.