"I heard that in the Eastern War Zone, you single-handedly crippled a nearly two-hundred-man group. I still didn't believe it, but looking at things now, even if there was some exaggeration, it shouldn't have been far from the truth." Although Zhao Qingyang's expression was solemn, he wasn't truly afraid of me.
Although the overall quality of the Southern disciples couldn't compare to ours in the East, their elite disciples were truly elite. Zhao Qingyang was a disciple in the Earth Tribulation Realm, and his aura was deep and vigorous—far stronger than Zhao Yue'er.
"Heh heh. What next? Are you planning to submit to me and call me boss?" I asked with a cold laugh. Zhao Qingyang gave a soft snort before saying, "But don't you think it's gone a little too far for a man to hit a woman? My sister has always been virtuous and gentle, yet you laid hands on her. As her elder brother, how could I let you off so easily!?"
Zhao Yue'er hurriedly stepped forward and said anxiously, "Big Brother... I was the one who drew my sword first..."
Zhao Qingyang raised a hand and cut her off. Just as he was about to say more, I gave a cold snort and said, "I'm still a child too. Your whole group barged into my room intending to gang up on me. Was that supposed to be right? You're not exactly young anymore, are you? Can't you just overlook bullying a child?"
Zhao Qingyang looked me up and down, then laughed. "What kind of child are you? Being tall and well-built is one thing, but when you start fighting, you don't look like a child at all..."
"So do I have to stand there and let you beat me up to prove I'm a child? Did