Lin Fan bowed his hands in gratitude for the support of the two Immortal Emperors.
Then.
He glanced at the Void.
"The four Immortal Emperors have traveled far to stop me from establishing the Martial Arts Sacred Land. Saying too much is just a waste of time. If that's the case, then let's have a duel."
"Daoist Mao, Daoist Tang, this here is my Martial Arts disciple. Please keep an extra eye on him later to prevent collateral damage."
Lin Fan did not place the four Immortal Emperors in his eyes. His audacity in founding the Martial Arts Sacred Land meant he was ready for everything.
Moreover, he knew well.
This group of Immortal Emperors was unlikely to let him go.
Some Immortal Emperors might act based on circumstances—if the situation clarified, they could coexist peacefully and develop together; but if clarity was not found, he would face not only these four Immortal Emperors.
There was a likelihood of even more.
