The red-haired man thought this way, and so did the others. Since the True Martial Saint was so presumptuous as to want a scholarly contest, or even a martial duel, they might as well play along with him.
Inevitably destined to die, now within the formation, Gongyi Rou Yin is held up, and even the Tendril Emperor is delayed. In reality, there are no strong figures left on Emperor Mountain, only the younger generation.
As they knew, even the disciple of the Great Wilderness Sky Saint, the Lazy God, was in seclusion. But compared to Ling Tianyu, he was still not as important; it's like comparing the sky to the earth.
There's plenty of time now, so why not play with the True Martial Saint? After all, today he will have no wings to escape from, and death is inevitable.
Once the True Martial Saint dies, everyone will be happy. It was believed that the new generation of the Emperor Lineage's bearers would be gone, inevitably declining.
