Within the Mahavira Hall, the Epoch Immortal in his Immeasurable Golden Body form and the Qilin Immortal were locked in a heated argument, with neither willing to concede to the other.

The Heaven Mandate Immortal and the Nine-Layers Immortal could only watch from the sidelines, unsure of how to mediate.

Lu Yang stood at the entrance, trying his best to minimize his presence and make himself inconspicuous.

“Not convinced? Then let’s spar!”

“Bring it on! A spar it is! Who’s afraid of whom?!” The Epoch Immortal thumped his chest with a resounding boom. This concerns my dignity. I absolutely won’t back down.

The Qilin Immortal reverted to his Qilin true form in a flash, warming up on the spot as his joints cracked and popped. He adjusted his body to its peak condition, a fusion of demonic aura and pure sacredness, exuding the majesty of the sovereign of all demon beasts descending upon...