This insignificant god...
Hmph!
I almost didn't win!
In the valley, Wu Wang was covered in blood, standing before the battered corpse of the Scorpion-tailed minor god, his face pale and his legs trembling. Forcing back the urge to "roll his eyes and disregard everything," he immediately sat down cross-legged to quickly recover from his injuries.
If it hadn't been for that year in the Human Emperor Pavilion—back then, it was still the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion. If not for the relentless sparring with Liu Baiyi and Xiao Jian Daoist in the Main Hall of the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion that year, which had given him a good foundation in Dueling, his own techniques honed in the Northern Wilderness would have been utterly insufficient to cope with today's battle!
