The Slumbering Arhat Fist

At the peak of Heaven Mount, Gu Santong, clad in white robes, exuded an aura of arrogance as he coldly gazed at Zhu Wushi.

"Do you truly believe you can defeat me?"

"I must stop you. You've committed too many atrocities. You've strayed onto the path of demonic cultivation," replied Zhu Wushi, dressed in a crimson robe.

"Heh, demonic cultivation?"

Gu Santong sneered disdainfully.

"Even the Kunlun Demon Sect's overtures are beneath my notice. Who can best me? Who can make me fail?"

"No one can defeat me, not even you, Zhu Wushi."

"Surely you've felt my invincibility?"

"I am the invincible Gu Santong, undefeated!"

Gu Santong spread his arms, and his demeanor brash as he spoke with an air of absolute certainty.

Gu Santong never considered Zhu Wushi to be his equal.

His proudest skill, the Absorption Technique, was something he could relinquish at will.

He had ventured into the secret chamber of the Heaven Lake's eccentric hero long ago.