He Pingtian's face darkened at those words.
He might not have been some peerless powerhouse, but he was a figure of note in Blue Mystic Commandery. If he had not been ambushed two years ago, why would he have hidden away in Crouching Dragon Mountain?
Now the Blood Wolf Ancestor had publicly insulted him by calling the sword in his hand "that lousy sword." To He Pingtian, it stung worse than a slap across the face.
After all, Martial Dao Grandmasters had their dignity.
If he let such humiliation pass without a response, he might as well admit that the sword in his hand truly was worthless. It would leave his Grandmaster Will tarnished.
"What lousy sword? Blood Wolf Ancestor, you can eat carelessly, but you can't speak carelessly!"
He Pingtian stepped forward. His tone remained polite, but the pride in his eyes had already flashed like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"My sword may not be peerless, but it's no scrap metal. Blood Wolf Ancestor, if you won't take back what you said, then I'll have to use this sword to make you take it back!"
The Blood Wolf Ancestor sneered, blood-red light flickering in his eyes.
"Hah? You?"
"I've never made a habit of taking back my words!"
He rose slowly. Blood-red energy surged around him, gathering into the looming image of a giant crimson wolf behind his back.
"He Pingtian, I gave you some respect because you're a Martial Dao Grandmaster too. But since you don't know what's good for you and insist on standing up for this wet-behind-the-ears brat, I'll take your head and break your lousy sword today!"
He took a step forward, and the ground shook.
Before his words had even faded, he thrust out his palm.
Blood-red light erupted!
A crimson wolf