Long Aotian did not make Xiao Chongshan bow. Instead, he bent down himself and picked up the treasured saber for him.
He walked over, handed it to him, and smiled.
Xiao Chongshan had lost face and could neither advance nor retreat without looking foolish.
He snatched the saber away, turned around, and went back, red-faced as he helped Old Dean up.
From beginning to end,
the other three of the Five Old Men had kept their faces dark, staring only at Old Dean.
It was a silent deterrent.
Your elder went after the badly injured Drunken Elder, and we did not interfere! We simply wanted you to see what the Five Old Men were really made of!
Did you bunch of young punks who knew neither heaven nor earth also think you could take advantage of an old, withered man?
The three of us would not move. We would just watch you.
Even Fishing Old Man, who normally laughed and joked around, had a grim face now. He was clearly enraged.
But in truth, he had suffered at Chou Baihen's hands and had been holding in a bellyful of anger.
That feeling... that frustration of an old man being unable to handle a young man, made him deeply unhappy.
Especially since that kid had been personally "beaten to death" by him back then.
The shortest and most even-tempered of the Five Old Men was actually the one who had fought the most major battles and slain the most famed generals.
Why was his temper so good? His record spoke for itself! He was confident!
When he got ruthless, he indulged no one. Even the Heavenly King himself had to fucking clear the way for him!
He had not suffered a loss in decades, yet today he had been toyed with