Daolord Qi is notoriously infamous; if he seeks retribution against a school, truly, no one can stop him.
The Supreme Dao Ground does not have many disciples, just the two of them. Qi Daolin is not concerned about revenge from others, which is why he dares to make bold statements so forcefully.
At the mountain gate overgrown with weeds, where the foundation is cracked and broken tiles are scattered, the holy and distinct aura of the master and disciple shines through.
"Desolate has become the successor of the Supreme Dao Ground. With Daolord Qi's announcement to the world, there should be fewer people targeting him from now on, right?"
"You're wrong, there will still be those who will come after him, and most of them will be tough nuts to crack!"
"They wouldn't dare openly, right?"
The cultivators from various schools discussed animatedly, their blood boiling from the great battle they had just witnessed. The defeat of the Protector of the Celestials Clan had a major impact.
