Just that one sword strike was enough for him to understand the gulf between himself and Yu Jizi.
Yu Jizi chuckled lightly and said, "You haven't even grasped the essence of the Dao Family's teachings. Truly unworthy of being Tian Jizi's disciple. Since you're so inept, why don't I, as your elder uncle in the sect, teach you a proper lesson?"
As the words fell, Yu Jizi turned into a fleeting shadow and drew near Yue Rujing, striking a palm directly at his chest.
Yue Rujing instantly felt pain searing his throat, and a metallic sweetness surged up—he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The remaining blood slipped down the corner of his mouth, blooming like crimson plum blossoms on his pristine white robes.
"You… you dare… My father…"
Yue Rujing staggered and nearly collapsed, but Jin Zijin, who arrived abruptly, extended a hand to catch him.
Jin Zijin's star-like eyes gazed at Yu Jizi, and he said flatly, "If the fish die and the net tears, it serves no one's interest."
