His realm had fallen, yet he remained calm and unruffled, still carrying himself like the Dao Ancestor of a region when out in the world.
But it knew just how much pain and torment Chen Xun was suffering inside, even faintly carrying a sense of humility. Now, it seemed he did not even dare speak too loudly.
He had hurriedly sent away so many old friends from other realms, even hastily sending off Third Sister and Fourth Brother. He probably did not want anyone else to see him in such a weak state... After all, he had always been the one sheltering others from wind and rain.
"Moo..." The Big Black Ox looked at Chen Xun, and the same heartache that filled He Ling's eyes flashed through its own.
Chen Xun had never been one to chase quick success. Yet for that battle, he had taken an immense shortcut in the Immortal Dao.
As a result, he had no contingency for the situation today. All he could do was tediously swing his fists in search of physical strength.
The Big Black Ox had followed Chen Xun all the way to this day, and this was the first time it had seen even him without a backup plan. It gradually crouched down on the ground and silently stood guard over Chen Xun.
Beneath the flying waterfall.
"Ha, hah! One punch and I'll send you immortals' crutches flying!"
"One punch and I'll beat you so badly you won't recognize your own father!"
"One punch and I'll make you burst out spirit stones!"
"One punch and I'll have your third aunt and eighth aunt coming to mourn at your funeral feast!"
With every punch Chen Xun threw, he cursed under his breath. The more he cursed, the more fired up he became;