Long Haotian's grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned white.
Give up?
Those words burned through him like acid.
Long Haotian of the Long Clan.
A recognized genius of the Central Glorious Continent.
Someone who had comprehended Half-Step Sword Intent at an age when most cultivators were still struggling with the foundations of their Dao.
He had never surrendered.
Not once in his entire life.
The word simply did not exist in his vocabulary.
"Don't... patronize me!"
He roared.
Qi erupted from his body in a violent torrent.
Every last bit of his cultivation surged forward without restraint.
The two old men behind him tensed instinctively, yet neither moved.
The first old man's hand rose halfway.
Then stopped.
The second old man glanced at him.
A silent exchange passed between them.
Then the second old man exhaled and settled back where he stood.
( Let him fight! )
It wasn't indifference.
Quite the opposite.
