After Saint Lord Taichu finished speaking, Tieqiu fell into a rather sorrowful state. Tieqiu said to Saint Lord Taichu, "Since you already look down on me and treat me like a complete nobody, what else can I say? I have to defend myself somehow."
"Master, I've followed you for so many years, yet now you truly leave me feeling utterly helpless. What am I even supposed to say about you? We could have happily remained master and disciple. I would have followed behind you, and every day you'd take me out to eat and drink, give me pocket money when the time came. But now, you've completely become someone else."
"Do you think you still look like yourself? No, you've changed. You've become a completely different person. To put it more harshly, there isn't much difference between you and a beast."
Tieqiu badmouthed him right to his face, and Saint Lord Taichu found it unbearable. How could he possibly endure it? He immediately plunged a blade into Tieqiu's chest and twisted it continuously inside his body, mangling his flesh until it was nearly falling apart.
Saint Lord Taichu said, "See that? This is what happens when you provoke me. People like you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."
"To put it bluntly, you're no different from those worthless people. Enough, stop talking and get out of my sight. With that face of yours, I could cripple you and spare your life. You should be thanking your lucky stars."
Tieqiu felt what true oppression was. He immediately turned his head and fled madly, but beneath heaven and earth, the heavens had countless ways to deal with him.
How could the heavens possibly allow him to leave their sight so easily?
Tieqiu had many enemies, and now they had