"Quack, Immortal Ancient, no way—you're not dead yet?!"
The Black Duck's expression shifted in shock as it watched the Burly Man approaching head-on.
"Fu Tian."
Immortal Ancient remained composed. He ignored the foul-mouthed Black Duck and instead fixed Chen Xun with a sharp gaze. "Will you fight?"
"You cannot possibly be my opponent."
Chen Xun shook his head, uninterested. "I heard you have traveled through the battlefields of various Great Worlds these past years, but martial arts cannot reach the heavens. You still need much more practice."
Immortal Ancient was a disciple the Old Dean of the Ancient Academy thought highly of, but martial arts were ultimately just martial arts. He was neither the Strength Dao Law nor the Immortal Dao; his mighty power was ultimately far too limited.
"Will you fight?" Immortal Ancient repeated. His brows soared with peerless battle intent. In the void, an eight-armed martial immortal body, its blood and qi surging and intimidating the spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth, stared at Chen Xun.
That body dyed the firmament crimson, as though it had endured the baptism of countless wars.
Immortal Ancient was certainly not someone of astonishing talent, but he was surely the most diligent cultivator Chen Xun had ever seen, with the purest heart for cultivation... defeated in a hundred battles, yet still unyielding.
Buzz!
Wild winds sprang up between Heaven and Earth, forcing the Mountain-Sitting Duck back half a step beneath Immortal Ancient's aura.
Chen Xun's silver hair drifted in the wind as he slowly rose, as if the very world had risen with him. A smile curved at the corner of his lips. "Immortal Ancient, This Dao Ancestor grants you a battle!"
Boom—
He raised two fingers before his chest and no longer used the Law of Thunder.
Behind him, an equally