Zhao Lintian squinted his eyes; it was the first time someone had called him a fool.

A young man entering the Dao, in any place, even in those supreme holy lands, would undoubtedly be a prodigy. Everywhere he went, he was praised for his unparalleled talent.

"Whether I'm a fool or not, we'll only know after the battle," Zhao Lintian said coldly, looking at Xu Wuzhou. "I won't bully you. You're at the third level, so I'll suppress myself to the third level to fight you. Do you dare?"

"No need to suppress yourself. If you want to fight, I'll accept it. But I must say... you're truly stupid!" Xu Wuzhou looked at him with sympathy, then pointed at the Dao Sect Master, saying, "He's not a good person! You dare to agree to what he suggests."