"No..."
Looking at Ruochan, who was knocked back, the elder pursed his lips and said, "Compared to my battle power when I was young, it's only about... one-tenth."
Hearing this, the people from the Three Teachings, Nine Schools, and Seventy-Two Sects trembled again, feeling a creeping sense of numbness spreading from their hearts.
"Do you two also want to give it a try?" The elder's gaze turned to Wind Bell Battle Sovereign and Dark Sorcerer Supreme.
The two of them flinched and quickly said, "Senior's power is unparalleled; how can we compare..."
"Then forget it."
The elder supported himself with a cane and walked gently towards Mu Shenling, calmly saying, "Now, do you have any objections to my earlier proposal?"
No one spoke; the scene was silent, and the fall of a pin could be heard.
Guifeng Immortal Sovereign, Guu Lin, and Ruochan had stood up from the ground, clutching their chests, with blood still flowing from the corners of their mouths.
