Zhao Tuo was released.
He carried his sword and staggered toward Long Aotian.
"Long... Big Brother Long... I chose your team... I thought... I thought you could protect me... but in the end..."
Long Aotian looked at him without saying a word.
"I... I know... but they're not human. They don't have vital points, they don't, they can't die, we... we can't beat them, we can't..."
Long Aotian still said nothing.
Zhao Tuo gripped his sword. "I'm... I'm offending you. I... I've offended you... I'm sorry..."
Zhao Tuo looked at Long Aotian, holding the sword with its edge pointed at him, while he kept crying.
He realized that, at this moment, Long Aotian was terrifying too.
He had no confidence at all that he could hurt Long Aotian.
He was clearly an expert of the Gateless Realm, yet here, the Gateless Realm wasn't even worth a fart.
I should be able to beat Long Aotian. If I can't beat those monsters, can't I at least beat someone in the Reverse Four Gates?
Long Aotian got annoyed. "Hurry up."
"Forgive me!"
Zhao Tuo mustered his courage and charged over with his sword.
Long Aotian couldn't even be bothered to glance at him.
His movements, aura, form, footwork... all of it was a complete mess.
He was like a drunken man who'd had too much.
Long Aotian tilted his body slightly, and with a pfft, the sword stabbed into his lower abdomen.
Zhao Tuo was stunned, staring at Long Aotian.
Even as stupid as he was, he understood now: Long Aotian hadn't dodged at all.
Long Aotian looked at him coldly, slowly pulled out the blade, then kicked him over. "Get lost. Go live."
"I... I'm sorry..."
Zhao Tuo felt unbearably wronged. Humiliation and guilt, fear and the collapse of his own