Lacking in spirit!
Reduced to such a state!
Hearing Su Yi's utterly unceremonious appraisal of Old Ancestor Shenshang, everyone was stunned, nearly suspecting they had misheard.
The lean man remained as impassive as ever and said calmly, "Lacking in spirit? Does Your Excellency believe that my use of Supreme Realm cultivation against you is bullying the weak with strength?"
His voice carried a faint trace of mockery.
Su Yi dusted off his robes and said blandly, "Wrong. If it had been the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect of old, had they proposed a one-on-one duel to the death, they would have shown their enemy the utmost respect. They would either have given the other party time to recover their strength, or allowed them to choose an opponent for a life-and-death battle, before slaying their foe with the sword in their hand and letting them die fully convinced."
"That is the spirit of a sword cultivator."
"But you are different."
At this point, Su Yi looked from afar at the lean man known as Old Ancestor Shenshang and said, "Your spirit is ultimately a little too small. No wonder you cannot accomplish great things."
Old Ancestor Shenshang frowned. "At the root of it all, you simply think this duel is unfair, do you not?"
Then his tone shifted. "Or are you asking me to give you a chance to recover your strength? Heh. If so, that would be far too laughable!"
Lei Yunting and the others sneered as well.
They instinctively assumed that Su Yi had expended too much cultivation and did not dare fight a terrifying figure like Old Ancestor Shenshang at such a moment!
Before Su Yi could speak, the lean man fixed him with eyes sharp as swords and said, "I know your identity like the palm of