Long Aotian was just about to leave.
Mo Zigui's voice came from behind him. "Wait."
"Hm?"
"Heh..."
Mo Zigui stood up, pulled over a chair, and sat down, fixing Long Aotian with a sharp gaze.
"I went a little easy on you, and it actually gave you confidence. It's King's Aura that made you confident, right? You think you can run rampant through the martial world with it?"
Long Aotian said coldly, "I did have that thought."
"Don't think that way again. Because... in front of the Mo Family, any kind of aura is just something waiting to get beaten."
Long Aotian laughed. "If you'd obediently stayed on the ground and not moved, you could have taken a lot less of a beating."
Mo Zigui's face darkened as he drew his sword. "If you kneel and admit your mistake now, the parts on your body can still remain intact."
Long Aotian narrowed his eyes. "I don't see how your sitting posture poses any threat to me."
Mo Zigui charged out explosively. "You brought this on yourself!"
Five minutes later.
Long Aotian was in the corner, his clothes in tatters and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Zigui kept a straight face as he wiped the Precious Sword with the curtains. Then he tilted his head. "The injuries on your body were given by me. Tell anyone who asks in the future. This is the glory of your lifetime."
He tossed aside half a curtain, sheathed the Precious Sword, and was just about to leave.
Long Aotian said, "You're not allowed to leave!"
"Hm?"
Mo Zigui turned around.
Long Aotian tore off a curtain, wiped the blood from his forehead, then flung it aside and stared at Mo Zigui.
"I thought a little punishment would teach you a