Chapter 880: Three Thousand Years in the Dao Foundation

"You are the Whip of the Northern Border?"

The Liao tribe man frowned and looked toward the source of the clear voice, seeing a green-robed cultivator sitting on the high steps of the main hall. This cultivator sat very casually, yet made the Whip of the Northern Border feel a taste of the true intent of heaven and earth, as if he were born to be like this. He sat there, and he was heaven, he was earth.

The Liao tribe man struggled to support his body and said, "I am Hule Hule Gaoen..."

The green-robed cultivator said indifferently, "I have no interest in your name; knowing who you are is enough. Have you ever had any treasures?"

"Treasures? Look at me now, do I look like I have any treasures on me? Even if I did, wouldn't they have been collected by you all long ago?"

The green-robed cultivator said, "I asked what treasures you have had. Anything that has touched your hands counts."

The Liao tribe man narrowed his eyes and said, "Why should I tell you? Now that I've fallen into your hands, kill me or carve me up as you please! From the day I fell into the hands of the Shaman tribe, I never intended to return alive!"

The green-robed cultivator raised his eyebrows: "Do I look like a Shaman to you?"

The Liao tribe man sneered: "I know you are a human, but to me, Shamans and humans are the same; anyway, it's impossible to live. It's better to die with some dignity."

The green-robed cultivator closed the book in his hand and said, "Forget it, then go die."

Two cultivators walked in, picked up Hule Hule Gaoen, and walked out.

"Wait a moment!" Hule Hule Gaoen shouted, then stared at the green-robed cultivator and said, "Since you know I am the Whip of the Northern Border, you should know who I am! Among the thousands of cultivators in the Northern Border of Great Liao, how many can refuse the gift of an Immortal? Why don't you ask what arts I possess, but only ask what treasures I have used?! Could it be that my heaven-defying skills are not as good as a dead object?"

The green-robed cultivator didn't even lift his eyelids and said indifferently, "What you are yourself is not important."

Hule Hule Gaoen only felt a burst of energy rush to the top of his head, as if he were about to explode, and shouted, "I'm not afraid of death! I just don't want to die so unclearly! As long as you explain my last question, I will answer everything!"

The green-robed cultivator's gaze finally fell upon him, frowning slightly, and said, "Your attitude changes quite fast."

"That's only because you..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Hule Hule Gaoen felt something was wrong.

Under the bright gaze of this green-robed cultivator, he found it very difficult to control his emotions, wanting only to prove something.

Looking closely now, this green-robed cultivator was not particularly handsome or ugly, but was incomparably transparent, pure, and bright, like a ray of light—a sword light.

Hule Hule Gaoen suddenly felt his breath hitch; he finally understood why he had lost his composure. The realm he had pursued his whole life was now appearing clearly before him!

The green-robed cultivator did not ask again, but said, "The treasures you have touched concern Yuan'er's Dao path, so naturally I must ask clearly. As for you, regardless of what arts you possess or whether you have received the gift of an Immortal, you will not stand before me to block my path to the Dao, so naturally I will not care."

Although Hule Hule Gaoen was proficient in human language, he had to think about this sentence for a while before he understood what it meant.

The moment he understood, another burst of energy rushed to the top of his head and exploded, turning into a roar: "Are you saying I don't even have the qualifications to be your stepping stone?!"

There was no ripple in the green-robed cultivator's eyes; it wasn't even an acknowledgment, he just treated him as the sound of wind, the sound of rain, the sound of the background.

The Whip of the Northern Border really couldn't let it go and wanted to roar again, but the green-robed cultivator raised his eyelids slightly, and he immediately stopped, wanting to hear what he had to say.

The green-robed cultivator seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he came back to his senses and said, "Then I will give you a chance to prove yourself. I will give you three days to recover from your injuries, and then we will have a fair duel. If you can even return a single blow, I will count it as my loss."

Hule Hule Gaoen looked toward the green-robed cultivator and suddenly opened his eyes wide, blurting out, "You, your cultivation is..."

"Dao Foundation, what's wrong?"

"I am at the late stage of Dharma Form!"

The green-robed cultivator said indifferently, "I know."

Then, without waiting for Hule Hule Gaoen to speak, he waved his hand, and the two cultivators dragged Hule Hule Gaoen out.

Three days later, at the grand drill ground, the wind was howling.

Hule Hule Gaoen had fully recovered from his injuries and arrived at the center of the drill ground early, standing still like a pine tree, waiting calmly while adjusting his mental state and Dharma body to their best.

Apart from the guarding cultivators, other cultivators arrived one after another to watch the battle. The few female cultivators who arrived were all rare in the world, and that was that. Their auras were one more unfathomable and bizarre than the other, making Hule Hule Gaoen feel as if he were facing an abyss or walking on thin ice!

Then a few male cultivators arrived one after another. Apart from two who were incredibly beautiful, the others also made Hule Hule Gaoen inexplicably nervous. He looked at them one by one, and he didn't dare say he was certain of victory for even one!

At this moment, Hule Hule Gaoen suddenly felt that his previous pride was like a joke! How could such a remote little place gather so many geniuses? With so many Dharma Forms in the field, could it be that he was actually mediocre?

At this time, a bizarre thought surfaced: what if he was at the bottom...

Hule Hule Gaoen shook his head vigorously, refusing to accept this absurd thought.

At this time, the time had come, but the green-robed cultivator had not appeared.

Hule Hule Gaoen waited until he became increasingly irritable, but the green-robed cultivator still did not appear. After waiting for a full quarter of an hour, the green-robed cultivator arrived late. After arriving, the green-robed cultivator asked, "Shall we begin?"

Hule Hule Gaoen originally wanted to say, "Using this method to mess with my Dao heart is a bit beneath you," but he immediately remembered that the other party was only a Dao Foundation cultivator, and he was bullying the small with the big, so he swallowed the words and nodded, saying indifferently, "Begin."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he was subconsciously imitating the other party's way of speaking and acting.

As the battle began, he saw the green-robed cultivator standing with his hands behind his back, motionless, while the sky was already filled with sword light! ===== CHAPTER 881 =====