The struggle for the Dao legacy is not a battle of pride; it must be life or death.
"Besides Yuan Tiandu, there will be other experts." Zhang Fan's gaze sharpened.
"Certainly, they must be of Celestial Master caliber." Ge Shuangxiu affirmed with utmost certainty.
When Celestial Masters clash, it's bound to be earth-shattering. Zhang Fan had witnessed such scenes before.
Whether it was the battle beneath the Imprisoned Immortal Temple between the Lord of the Red Palace, Ming Shenshou, and Lao Mountain Sect Leader Li Chengge.
Or the celestial chaos over the Heaven and Earth Spirit Embryo on Toad Treasure Mountain, which left an indelible mark on Zhang Fan's memory.
Once a great war begins, others are like ants, not even worthy of approaching; if they come close, they will only face annihilation.
"You don't have any other preparations, do you?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but ask.
