Little Saint Lord Taichu had begun practicing martial arts at the age of two, and nothing had changed since then.
Perhaps in his heart, he had always believed that the only person who could defeat him was himself. No one else could. Moreover, Nine-Headed Bird had taught his son everything he had learned in his lifetime, without concealing even the slightest thing. Little Saint Lord Taichu was unlike other boys. At this age, most children were lively and loved to play, but Little Saint Lord Taichu could sit in the same place and study with unwavering focus.
Sometimes, he became so absorbed that he forgot to eat and sleep. That was why Little Saint Lord Taichu improved far faster than anyone could have imagined.
The reason was nothing else but this. But then again, no matter how fast he improved, what could that change?
With martial arts, what mattered most was natural talent. If you had the talent, your progress would be much faster than that of ordinary people. If you did not, then even Heavenly King Laozi himself would be of no use.
Little Saint Lord Taichu slowly walked onto the platform. How could Tieqiu, Saint Lord Taichu's eldest disciple, stand by and watch? How could he allow anyone to bully a little girl like Lizhi? If anyone wanted to lay a hand on Lizhi, they would first have to chop off his head.
"I'll fight you. I have no idea what hole you crawled out of, you ridiculous brat, but you actually have that much confidence in your own strength!"
"Today, I'll show you exactly what your status is! I'll also let you know just how foolish your actions are!"
Not long after those words were spoken, the scene descended into chaos.
"Isn't that brat Tieqiu supposed to