As Ling Fengyun sat high above in the sky, it looked as if all sentient beings must bow down to him. Even the strongest must prostrate at his feet.

The goddess had to ask: “How does he actually compare to you, Ancestor?”

Of course, the disciples from the pavilion would think that the Hallowed Ancestor was invincible. In fact, he was immensely mighty. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been the dao protector of two sea gods.

She wasn’t blinded by this. Despite being confident in her ancestor’s strength, she was still ready for the worst.

“Difficult to say.” The ancestor answered: “If I was younger, Ling Fengyun wouldn’t be a problem. But now, my old bones can’t endure much longer. I don’t even know if I can perform the seventh style due to my withering vitality.”

The goddess shuddered after hearing this. No wonder he wanted to make a deal with Li Qiye. His circumstances...