Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 938 - 416: Long Wang vs. Shi Kuang, A Perfect Pot for Dragon-Tiger Brawl!

The old mountain lord’s declaration rang firm as iron, carrying an unquestionable authority that oddly persuaded and comforted all who heard.

Xi He froze for an instant, then glanced toward the distant big cat and Xiao Zhu, words hesitating on his lips.

"Hmph! If you’ve got words, speak them. I can’t tolerate your wishy-washy manner."

Disdain dripped from the big cat’s voice as it licked its paws, its gentle motion clashing sharply with the cutting tone.

Xiao Zhu shifted back to his normal shape; the misty human face had faded away long before. Wordlessly, he lifted into the sky, picked a favored summit, and coiled around it lightly to observe Xi He in quiet vigil.

"My link to my true body is almost cut off. This signals their clash with the ominous foes has hit its peak intensity, leaving no attention for us,

and should the Silver Throne face trouble right now, it would disrupt our entire scheme,"

Xi He murmured softly.

"Even with troubles arising, what could we possibly achieve?? You and Ah Chang possess two avatars each, one more in deep sleep; we’re stuck with merely half a remnant soul."

"The old mountain lord fares little better. Once a mighty Celestial Pillar, reduced now to a mere slope. Even uniting all our forces, what impact could we make??"

"The Silver Throne fuses every bit of Daluo’s Power into Immortal Divinity, serving as an Eternal Anchor Point. Appearing in the current realm, we’d merely become fodder."

The big cat’s words cut harsh and biting, yet it lounged on the ground, paws raised lazily, head tilted like any ordinary fluffy feline.

"Or do you propose that unfinished creation challenges the throne??"

The big cat scoffed dismissively at Xue Yue.

Little Xue Yue instantly objected, letting out a voice brimming with clear irritation.

"Hey!!! I’m showing respect to the old mountain lord by overlooking you. But this mad woman keeps yapping! And you claim to be the top female Immortal, Celestial Supervisor holding five remnants; your realm isn’t anything to boast!!"

The old mountain lord appeared downcast, sighing like any commonplace elder: "Ah! See this, see this—being old proves worthless."

"Once adored by every deity, honored by the heavens, now truly dubbed a slope..."

"Even naming the unfinished one!!! Old mountain lord, that wasn’t my intent."

The big cat flipped onto its back, performing cute antics.

Observing the big cat and Xue Yue’s heated exchange, the quiet Xiao Zhu, and the sorrowful old mountain lord.

As well as Ah Chang, slumbering atop a dark peak.

Xi He let out a helpless sigh, his head throbbing—they bickered among themselves like kids at such a critical juncture.

One could scarcely believe that beings of their past grandeur would stoop to such petty squabbles now.

"Don’t fret excessively; when the wagon nears the hill, a path will emerge."

"Although they spare no thought for this realm, it remains one of their final strongholds, brimming with countless hidden techniques, far beyond just Ah Chang resting there."

"Plus, consider the two avatars of The Three Pristine Ones feigning ignorance beyond, and the ancestral dragon concealed in its descendants’ True Spirit, bequeathing Golden Liquid, the Eastern Emperor."

The old mountain lord flung his arms wide, his tone subdued yet weighty like a massif.

"And those are merely the ones I perceive; further secrets elude our knowledge..."

Upon hearing the old mountain lord, Xi He halted, then couldn’t resist asking: "You mean..."

"I mean..."

"Moon girl, perhaps I should rename myself since I’m no mountain anymore? How about ’Slope’? Hearing it repeatedly, it doesn’t sound half bad!"

The old mountain lord gazed sincerely at Xi He, though his suggestion bordered on the ridiculous.

To the point Xi He found no reply; the shift in topic felt far too sudden, far too blunt, you old coot!!

"What say you? If it works, stop calling me old mountain lord. Address me as old slope lord instead."

"Sounds good, sounds good—old slope lord, Buzhou Slope..."

...

In the crimson world, toward the northwest.

Rumble!!!

Crash!!!

Two colossal terrors warred high in the heavens, cracking the ground and pulverizing peaks. Prodigies from other races trapped in the fray endured mere breaths before retreating in defeat.

Falling wounded or teetering on death’s edge.

The Holy Dragon and Wild Lion smashed together, embodying mobile disasters, omens of total ruin.

Every concealed race in recovery sensed their ferocious duel.

The might of Long Wang and Shi Kuang chilled spines everywhere. Long Wang’s invincible renown held true, his dominance plain as day.

Yet Shi Kuang matching Long Wang so fiercely stunned all imagination.

No overstatement to claim that, given their races’ present forms, Long Wang and Shi Kuang could eradicate nigh ninety percent of all life if they desired.

A group of severely wounded prodigies from foreign lands watched intently, their breathing accelerating.

"Hide even deeper; our condition is far too weak right now. Earlier, a strange force impacted us, and battling without thought led to massive losses."

"Right now, we require a secure spot to swiftly recover our power, or else confronting these two fiends leaves us with nothing but death!"

The strategy chosen by most advanced civilizations was this: amid the crane and clam's fierce struggle, the fisherman reaps the rewards. They had played the roles of crane and clam before, and now their opportunity to become the yellow bird had slipped away; only through patiently waiting and rebuilding their strength could they once again dare to scheme further.