The chief disciples of the four great grotto-heavens looked calm, but in truth, they were already beginning to feel uneasy.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Chen Beiwu had already cultivated the Primordial Origin Immortal Technique to major accomplishment. In a contest on equal terms, even with the power of their Dao Fruits bolstering them, they would struggle to defeat him.
Forget it. I just have to do my best, Xuanyuan Yu thought.
The road of immortal cultivation was long. A momentary victory or defeat amounted to little.
With Gu Yong having lost before him, even if he fell to Chen Beiwu, he would not face too much criticism from his fellow disciples. Besides, he still had a trump card.
Zhu Wu drew a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within him.
He knew his defeat was all but certain, and his chances of overcoming Chen Beiwu were vanishingly small.
Yet at the thought of fighting such a powerful opponent next, his body could not help trembling slightly.
This trembling came not from fear, but anticipation. It set Zhu Wu's blood boiling and his fighting spirit soaring, making him all the more eager to face Chen Beiwu.
There was no other reason. Though Zhu Wu valued the honor of the Pure Yang Grotto-Heaven, he yearned even more to meet an unprecedentedly powerful foe and test his lifetime of cultivation, rather than bully the weak.
"Brother Shi, how confident are you?" Che Zhengyuan looked at Shi Wujian.
The latter pondered for a moment before transmitting through divine sense, "Twenty percent."
Che Zhengyuan was startled, unsure where Shi Wujian had found that twenty percent confidence. Could he have some hidden killing move?
"In a head-on clash, my chances of defeating Chen Beiwu are actually less than ten percent."
As though seeing through