The old man pummeled Zhao Ritian furiously:
"My martial arts are different from theirs—absolutely top-tier!"
"Back then, Old Man Wu stood on equal footing with us. No one dared claim they could definitely defeat me! If Old Dia hadn't been a notch better than me—no, if he hadn't used underhanded schemes..."
Zhao Ritian roared, "My master is a Grandmaster! There's no way he would use underhanded schemes!"
"Bullshit! Those five were more rotten than the next! Everyone under heaven knows it!"
"You just couldn't beat my master, so you're spewing nonsense here!"
"I couldn't beat him!? If he hadn't tricked me by saying he was The Father, would I have lost to him?"
Even while being beaten, Zhao Ritian shouted, "You believed him just because he said that!? At the very least, shouldn't there have been an NBA?"
"Ming Disha came holding a report saying he was The Father. What was I supposed to do!? Tell me! Who was I supposed to believe!?"
Zhao Ritian snapped, "You were stupid yourself, and you blame others!?"
The old man struck even more viciously. "I'll teach you to keep mouthing off! I'll teach you to keep mouthing off! If those two hadn't messed with my head and made me suffer a qi deviation, would I have lost to him!?"
Zhao Ritian shouted, "If you've got the guts, go fight my master again! What kind of skill is bullying a junior here!?"
"Wasn't I set up by Ming Disha!? The Tianwu Clan captured me and locked me up here, forcing me to reveal the whereabouts of the Nine Yin False Sutra... otherwise, they'd never let me out for the rest of my life!"
The pain nearly killed Zhao Ritian. "Then give it to them! You're no good person either, so why act like some