The Holy Master Yuan Batian of the Heavenly Treasure Sacred Land laughed thunderously at the sky, his voice resounding for miles, full of disdain.
"Hahaha! You're killing me, old Wanxiang! Decades have passed, and it seems your thick skin has grown even thicker! You're sending your over-a-hundred-year-old Saint Heir to challenge a young Sect Realm lad whose bone age is not yet twenty, and you dare call this a fair fight? I spit at you! Did you become Holy Master by shamelessness?"
At this moment, a gentle and clear voice, laced with a touch of mockery, leisurely echoed from the top floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall, spreading everywhere.
"Master of Myriad Phenomena, junior Tantai Bingyu, pays his respects."
"Are you referring to the son of your Holy Land who, thirty years ago, in the Hundred Saints City youth competition, accidentally had three ribs broken by me, and was later carried back home in tears by his master?"
