Bab 603: Raking It In

Ji Ning waved his hand, and the eight downward-facing petals instantly withdrew their streams of truefire. The eight petals then shrank in size and flew back into Ning's hands.

"Heh, as the saying goes, it looks like you 'wouldn't shed tears until you saw your coffin'. You knew that you were eventually going to die if you fought against me, but you still just had to fight against me until now." Still, Ning had to sigh at how strong his foe was. Ning had eight types of truefire to rely on, while the enemy had to actively control a magic treasure to defend; this True Immortal was using up far more energy than him, but thanks to his Daofather-equivalent level of power, he had been able to survive for fifteen years!

From this, one could see how vast a gulf in power there lay between Ning and a Daofather. If it wasn't for the fact that this person was imprisoned, there was no way Ning could've forced him to bow his head.