Sect Master Tongtian had never imagined that one day he would have to rely on the most primitive bodily skills.
But against an ordinary mortal, martial arts were already more than enough. It was practically using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken—completely unnecessary.
The few people behind that son were still itching to make a move when dazzling light suddenly filled the sky, and several people descended from above.
These people were dressed in splendid robes and wore haughty expressions, as though they did not take anyone seriously.
When the son lying on the ground saw them, his eyes immediately lit up!
"Big brother, you're back! We've been bullied. It was this little bastard."
The son pointed viciously at Sect Master Tongtian, as if he meant to stab straight through him with his finger.
Sect Master Tongtian glanced at him indifferently, then shifted his gaze to the newcomers.
"I am the direct disciple of Chen Tang, the Youzhou Branch Master of the Interception Sect, and Shan Hai, the master of the Congruent Dao Youzhou Headquarters. Everyone saw what happened, so I have no desire to explain further."
The moment the son heard Sect Master Tongtian reveal his identity, he spat.
"The Interception Sect and Congruent Dao are nothing worth mentioning. The Brocade Guard Society, where my big brother belongs, is the true major sect. What you mentioned is outdated trash. Who are you trying to scare?"
The son suddenly ran to his mother's side and burst into loud sobs, looking like the most filial son in the world.
Oh, dear.
Just then, the old woman suddenly woke up and spat a glob of phlegm straight onto her filial son's face.
The filial son immediately began retching violently.
He had already forgotten all about his mother.
"Boy, how did you