Antaka's complexion turned grim.
"According to the mentor, does that mean I still have to fight Indra for a thousand years, and for sure I'm going to be beaten up in the first few hundred years?"
"Mentor, you can't be joking, right?"
Thinking this, Antaka glanced at Sukhacara's serious expression, and he suppressed his own thoughts.
Sukhacara probably really thought so!
Better spend this time in bitter cultivation!
Martial arts, after all!
Just make do with what you've got!
Blessings and abilities are my strong points.
If my eyes weren't restrained by lightning, just with one pair of eyes, no Devas would be my match.
"As long as you don't do anything illegal, we have plenty of time to wear each other down, no need to rush!"
"Indra is just a stepping stone on your path forward!"
The voice of mentor Sukhacara was unhurried.
"I will make my own decisions!"
Antaka said in a low, cold voice, his face grim.