These words sounded utterly ridiculous.
Clearly, Huiye Yin had been the one to bully others first.
Apparently, the Moon God Clan was also a place that valued status over all else, but cared nothing for the truth.
As long as one's status was high enough, even murder and arson could be called justice.
"Li Tianming, today's slap was to teach you proper etiquette. You may hold a grudge against me—I'll bear it. But as long as you lack the strength to defeat me, you have no right to act arrogantly."
"I'm not afraid of you taking revenge. I'll give you one year. We can make a one-year pact. If you can defeat me, I'll return this sword to you."
"Besides, you can slap me as many times as you want."
After Huiyue Jie finished speaking, he placed Li Tianming's Eastern Emperor Sword into his spatial ring.
"A one-year pact?"
Li Tianming only wanted to say: why would he need a year?
He knew very clearly that nothing he said today would matter.
Without status or strength, he deserved to endure everything.
Yet the beauty of this world was that anyone could improve.
No one could remain forever high above the rest.
"Fine. I'll come find you then. You said it yourself—I can slap you as many times as I want. When that time comes, don't hide behind your status as one of your clan king's children again," Li Tianming said.
"Heh, don't think too much of yourself. You're not worthy. A Blood God Contract lifebound beast, four tribulations of Reincarnation—from my perspective, no matter how fierce you look now, it's uncertain whether your limit can even reach the Sky-Stepping Realm. Who knows? Maybe in these seventeen years, you've already exhausted every last bit of your potential?" Huiyue Jie said with