Although Li Mu Yang had said that sword strike was only a distraction, a cheap trick unfit for the stage, the fact remained that he had failed to block it.
That was precisely why he wanted to face Mu Dingyi in Li Mu Yang's place.
He had failed to block it himself, and he feared Li Mu Yang would fail as well.
It wouldn't matter if he died. What he feared was Li Mu Yang being killed by Mu Dingyi.
Li Mu Yang was his own son. No matter what, he would never allow his son to take such a risk.
So he wanted Li Mu Yang to agree to his request.
No matter what, he had to agree.
Seeing Uncle Lu's iron-gray face and the gritted-teeth resolve with which he faced death without fear, Li Mu Yang was deeply moved.
Although he had once saved Uncle Lu's life in the Bamboo Sea, they had repaid him far too many times over. They had also taken excellent care of his parents and family, protecting them from the Cui Clan's revenge and allowing them to live peaceful, happy lives.
Now Uncle Lu wanted to take his place in courting death, to trade his life for his own. Li Mu Yang found that impossible to accept.
Li Mu Yang looked at Lu Qingming and said with a smile, "Uncle Lu, I can't agree to this request."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm the one he wants to challenge." Li Mu Yang's gaze turned cold. "The person he wanted to challenge from the very beginning was me. I was the one who defeated his son, Mu Yubai. I was the one who dragged Still Water Sword Hall's reputation through the mud. If they don't defeat me, if they don't kill me, how will Mu Yubai's