If, before challenging someone, you could get their permission or discuss it with them first,
then they would have no reason to target you like this.
But when you challenged someone, you never considered their feelings.
Throwing a punch like that was quite hurtful.
Under normal circumstances, who could withstand it?
After being beaten to the point of doubting her life, Young Lady Yun He slowly raised her head and said to Saint Lord Taichu, "You should understand the principle of being gentle with women. Why did you go all out when hitting me, as if I were some sworn enemy?"
"Aren't you worried about losing your most basic image in front of your disciples? That can't be a good thing for you, can it?"
Saint Lord Taichu said to Young Lady Yun He, "Ah, I hadn't planned to bicker with you too much. It would have been pointless, but I really can't take it anymore."
"You smashed the stone lion by the gate so badly that even its head has cracked apart. What normal person could put up with that?"
"So I have to tell you this: Laozi isn't someone to be trifled with. If you come here to challenge me in the future, you'd better apply to me first!"
Bright red blood kept flowing from the corners of Young Lady Yun He's mouth. Her expression and eyes made it clear that she was exceptionally weak and in pain.
The sword on Young Lady Yun He's back was already itching to be drawn for battle, but she forcibly suppressed it again.
Those so-called True Gods of Nine Heavens Above had always been suppressing the disciples of Phoenix Mountain, and Saint Lord Taichu had long been deeply displeased by such behavior.
He had always wanted to find an opportunity to