Wu Fatian smiled smugly. "I'm still faster, aren't I?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the ground rumbled. With a loud BANG, a figure fell from the sky, landing heavily on the ground.
Yet the landing itself was incredibly light. It was a thin, wiry old man.
Yet every move he made was filled with Mountain-Overturning Sea-Sweeping power. It was the Body Cultivation Ancestor Master, Thunderbolt.
"Wu the Kid, if I wasn't trying to keep from wrecking that crappy mountain gate of yours, you think I'd be slower than you?!"
Thunderbolt roared. The disciples all hurried to pay their respects to the Ancestral Masters. The older disciples were all familiar with the banter between the two Ancestral Masters, but for many of the new disciples, it was their first time seeing them. They were so excited they didn't know what to say.
Zhou Luodan ignored their squabbling and glanced at Mingren. "I will be presiding over today's grand competition."
