Island Masters Long and Mu both slumped on the ground. When they stood up, their bodies swayed.
"Lin Lang, were all the martial arts you just used from the stone walls?" Island Master Long asked.
He was not merely injured; his dantian also felt somewhat empty, his true qi nearly exhausted.
Lin Lang scoffed. "Do you really think the martial arts on the stone walls are that powerful? Some moves came from them, but they've all been incorporated into my own martial path."
"You two used studying the Taixuan Scripture as a pretext to secretly learn other sects' martial arts for twenty years. You lucked into becoming Martial Arts Myths. You've already reaped an enormous profit."
"After breaking through, why did you keep tricking people into coming here? Why remain obsessed with deciphering the martial arts on the stone walls?"
"If you'd left earlier, with the world so vast, would establishing a major power have been difficult? Wouldn't that have been far more carefree than staying on this island?"
"Perhaps your martial talent is decent, but your brains probably don't work too well."
Palm techniques were the two island masters' greatest strength. As luck would have it, palm techniques were also Lin Lang's specialty when fighting barehanded.
Coupled with Lin Lang's greater strength, tougher body, and deeper true qi, and especially the primordial spirit he had already condensed, the flaws in the two island masters' moves had nowhere to hide before his eyes.
The two were only about as strong as Ning Daoqi. Together, their strength could roughly double, but they still fell far short of Lin Lang as he was now.
Island Master Mu looked weakly at Lin Lang. "You want to make us prisoners? Do you think you're invincible?"
One reason the two had not gone to the