At this moment, Lu Jiantu sat cross-legged atop the Immortal Arena, holding his breath and focusing his mind, utterly undisturbed by the outside world.
To him, today's battle against Lu Ren was neither a life-or-death showdown nor a clash between prodigies, but a one-sided crushing.
Even though Young Master Tianming had given him a trump card, he still believed so.
In fact, he even felt humiliated that Young Master Tianming had given him this trump card for protection—utter humiliation.
He was an Ancient Demon Fetus, with talent unparalleled throughout the ages, one who had dominated an entire era.
If Lu Ren had not been the Son of Lu Aoxian, he would not even have deigned to fight him.
Back then, when he had defeated Lu Ren in a single move, he had already sounded out Lu Ren's limits.
"Soul Burning Sandalwood is about to burn out!"
"Today is the day Lu Ren falls!"
"That's right. Jiang Huanyu raised Lu Ren up, yet for the sake of cultivating the killing Dao, he slaughtered so many innocent people and even openly defected to the Demon Immortal Clan!"
"Lu Ren is a demon, a demon who inherited the Bloodthirsty Gene of the Undying Demoness!"
Many cultivators of the Dao One Immortal Realm hated Lu Ren to the marrow of their bones. In their eyes, Lu Ren was an unforgivable sinner guilty of every conceivable crime.
As time passed, the Soul Burning Sandalwood finally burned out.
Everyone froze, only to see the void above the Immortal Arena tear open into a massive rift. A sharp, imposing figure stepped out from within, hovering in the air as he appeared before the crowd.
He wore a black robe that billowed fiercely in the wind. His figure stood straight and tall, emanating an invincible aura of chaos.