Seeing Mu Bai struggle to fend off even a few ordinary moves from Lu Ling, Lu Ping smiled and shook his head. "Young people need to suffer a little, lest they forget how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is!"
Rao Xing remained impassive. Although the Jialan Sect currently maintained fairly close relations with the Mu Lan Pavilion, he was not particularly concerned. A victory for Mu Bai would certainly be welcome, but his defeat would not harm the Jialan Sect's core interests. The Jialan Sect had placed all its chips on Rao Lin, its once-in-a-thousand-years prodigy, hoping he would take first place in the tournament and secure a satisfactory sphere of influence for the sect in the Eastern Ridge.
Rao Lin, too, was watching the battle coldly, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts. The other three of the Four Great Prodigies were no different.
Seeing Mu Bai struggle so awkwardly against Lu Ling, most of the spectators felt pleased and cheered Lu Ling on.
So a Dao Zun could swiftly summon everything within their Inner World and command it against an enemy, striking quickly and seemingly without end. Mu Bai had yet to form an Inner World and still had to rely on external things, so naturally, he could not wield them as effortlessly as Lu Ling did.
Fortunately, Mu Bai's own strength was no weaker than a Dao Zun's. A punch could shatter the giant rocks Lu Ling summoned, and the Origin Water Chiru Soul Spirit he called forth could drink dry the long river she unleashed. Moreover, his body was so powerful that even taking several direct hits from the giant rocks left him unharmed.
Gradually, Mu Bai regained his footing. He was no longer exhausted from dodging as he had been at the