Even if he were given another chance, what could he do?
They still had no way of defeating Saint Lord Taichu.
After all, the difference in strength between people was right there for all to see.
If he really could knock Saint Lord Taichu down, he would have done so long ago.
How could things have ended up like this otherwise?
But Xunmenglong was violent by nature.
He would never show weakness before anyone.
After all, he cared immensely about his pride.
Once someone made him lose face or suffer a public humiliation, he would rather kill himself than stay with them.
Yet the most admirable thing about humans was that even when they knew what would happen, they still insisted on fighting head-on to the bitter end.
In Saint Lord Taichu's eyes, people like that were no different from a pile of shit. They were not worth another word.
After all, if you had strength, you deserved everyone's respect. If you did not have strength—
Then no one would bother saying anything about you. That was why Saint Lord Taichu had always told the other party this.
No matter what you did, you had to follow the choice in your heart. But you needed the strength to back it up. Charging forward without that strength was pointless and worthless.
Everything this brat had done was exactly as Saint Lord Taichu had said—he did not have even a shred of sense.
Saint Lord Taichu felt that almost anyone would be far stronger than him.
Saint Lord Taichu smiled and said, "In my eyes, you are truly a talent among talents, far more impressive than I imagined."
"If I put it bluntly, if I wanted to kill you, it would be effortless. Wiping you out would be no trouble at all.