Lin Xiao's voice echoed across the arena. He squatted down, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and squinted at the two figures in the fighting pit. "I'll give you a hand."
"Help us?"
Jian Chen'an looked up at Lin Xiao, wondering what scheme he was hatching. Lin Xiao's shout had abruptly halted him. His impulsiveness vanished. This was Beijiang, not the Misty Immortal Palace. Even in the Misty Immortal Palace, victory had always been determined by strength. This was a sparring match, a test of martial prowess. As a Divine Realm master, victory was expected. If he didn't win gracefully, it would be a disgrace. As for defeat? He hadn't even considered it.
He had seen through this Nether Doctor. His methods were simple yet profound. Such strength was invincible within the same realm, but it was unsuitable for someone whose innate strength already surpassed his. He had to admit, however, that the man's learning ability was astonishing, unlike anything he had ever encountered. In just a few days, he had deciphered all the techniques of the Misty Immortal Palace, even those that had been simplified after the disciples' own understanding and contemplation.
Was this the descendant of the Ning family? No wonder the Ning family and the Misty Immortal Palace had once clashed fiercely, reaching a stalemate.
"I can help you suppress your power, allowing you to stand here and fight him as a peak Mingxin disciple. How about it?" Lin Xiao said. He had been feeling restless lately, which made him instinctively seek some amusement. Jian Chen'an, for instance, was a source of entertainment.
"This..." Jian Chen'an, who had already stepped out of the arena, froze when he heard Lin Xiao's proposal. He turned, looking at Lin Xiao with alarm. This was an immense temptation! He could personally teach the Nether Doctor a lesson and avenge all his junior brothers. Even if he was no longer a Divine Realm master, the insights he had gained and the techniques he had comprehended after reaching the Divine Realm would still be at his disposal. Most importantly, he wielded spiritual energy, not true qi! No matter how strong the Nether Doctor was, he only possessed innate true qi, not spiritual energy.
"Good," Jian Chen'an declared loudly.
Wu Zongshen frowned, wanting to intervene. Yet, a sense of indignation simmered within him. When had the disciples of the Misty Immortal Palace become so easily defeated? As the senior disciple, he could not allow such a situation. Now that Jian Chen'an had stepped forward, he also wanted to see what would happen and how far the Nether Doctor could go. If a Divine Realm master suppressed his own strength to fight, the Nether Doctor certainly couldn't win again.
Seeing Jian Chen'an agree, Lin Xiao grinned. The entertainment had truly begun. With that, he acted decisively. In a flash, he appeared beside Jian Chen'an, placing one hand on his dantian. Spiritual energy surged forth, accompanied by the essence of the true dragon. Jian Chen'an's aura immediately dropped from the Divine Realm to the peak Mingxin stage.
Jian Chen'an looked at his hands. The sensation was somewhat unfamiliar, but he clearly felt that his cultivation had been partially sealed. However, his ability to use spiritual energy remained intact. He then grinned at the Nether Doctor. Here he came. He would exact his revenge for his junior brothers.