Ming Disha and Tiger Head exchanged a burst of force, then separated, each sliding several meters away.
The young man whom Ming Disha had nearly beheaded still had not moved. The thought of his head almost flying off moments ago sent waves of lingering fear through him.
Tiger Head glanced at him and calmly said, "Go capture Lu Chengwen."
The man froze, then flushed with shame. "He won't catch me off guard again!"
"He turned and charged straight at you from the front. That wasn't a sneak attack."
Tiger Head said, "At Demon Fox's level, having two more of you wouldn't make any difference. While fighting me, he could casually take your heads. Go capture his three martial nephews."
The man lowered his head and said shamefully, "Yes, Supreme Master."
Ming Disha got serious.
"Looks like if I don't take this seriously today, I might actually fall at the hands of a junior."
"You are too modest, Senior. Those few moves just now left this junior utterly amazed. The world is vast indeed—I never imagined such blade techniques existed. A sword art that should injure its own user became incomparably powerful and unpredictable in your hands. It's just a pity..."
"No need for pity. You can kill my subordinates next time."
Tiger Head snorted. "It's a pity that you are old and weakening, Senior. Maintaining that speed and technique must already be quite taxing, no?"
Ming Disha's face darkened. "I see... Looks like today's juniors need a lesson too. Otherwise, their eyes will end up on top of their heads."
"Hahahaha!"
Tiger Head said, "Senior, from today onward, the curtain call for your generation has officially begun."
With a flick of his hand, Tiger Head sent an iron staff flying straight at Ming Disha's feet.
Ming Disha's brows twitched. He