If word of this got out, what would be left of his dignity?
Lin Han didn't stop. Instead, he sped up. The young Daoist before him seemed scared stiff, not moving an inch.
His contempt grew. 'So this is the best a Qingcheng disciple can do? Looks like I'll have to re-evaluate the Qingcheng Sword Sect's standing in the Jianghu.'
However, just as his palm was about to close in on the man's neck, the young Daoist moved.
His hand shot out abruptly, so fast that it appeared under Lin Han's ribs in the blink of an eye.
Alarmed, Lin Han frantically twisted his body to dodge.
He could no longer press his attack.
Just like that, his move was neutralized.
Lin Han's expression darkened. In front of so many high-ranking members of various sects, he had failed to defeat a Qingcheng disciple in a single move.
'If word of this gets out,' he thought, 'how can I compete to become the next of the Kongtong Sect Leader's Disciples?'
