"I... I... I'm a great cultivator of the Ascendant Realm. How could I lose... lose to a junior like you?" The old man slowly rose, propping himself up with his broken sword. The energy in his body scattered at an astonishing rate, yet he still tried to heal his injuries as quickly as possible. But his qi sea and acupoints had been shattered, and the aura surging out through the wounds was too fierce, making recovery no easy task.
Every strike of mine had hit the convergence point of his qi sea. The true might of swordsmanship was especially apparent now. Glancing at the group of disciples behind the old man, who stood as silent as cicadas in winter, I said calmly, "Lord of Eastwatch Mountain, you can risk your life against me if you don't care about yourself. But have you thought about what will happen to your disciples after you die? Is the dignity of an Ascendant Realm cultivator more important than them? You may be formidable on your own, but when the crucial moment came, your disciples were as useless as wine bags and rice sacks. What use are they? When faced with me alone, they're nothing more than a pile of dishes laid out for anyone to help themselves to."
The old man was so provoked by my words that his spirit inevitably sank by three parts. Seeing him begin to hesitate, I continued, "You occupied Mount Luli for many years, yet your disciples all became arrogant and looked down on others. They lost the original spirit of Tian City—the resolve to overcome those above them—long ago. Leave Mount Luli. Among Tian City's seventy-two peaks, there will always be a place for you masters and disciples. But here, you are no longer needed."
After hearing this,