The instant the old Dragon King rushed forward, Saint Lord Taichu immediately sensed his helplessness.
He was knocked down before he could even react, and the other man had already kicked the bucket.
In truth, this was something he had never expected.
At the very least, he should have lasted seven or eight exchanges. If he died in an instant and word got out, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?
Besides, the old Dragon King had always claimed to care deeply about his reputation. He could not tolerate anyone speaking even half a bad word about him.
But reputation was something one earned for oneself, not something others handed over.
If he cared about saving face, then he had to first get his own mindset and emotions under control.
As for all that other messy nonsense, he should just toss it all aside.
The Dragon King had long since seen through everything.
Of course, he also knew that if a situation like this was not brought under control, then in the days to come—
It would be no different from killing him all over again.
Of course, there were all sorts of things one could say. After all, people were different from one another.
Perhaps the things the Dragon King was thinking about now were no longer on the same level as everyone else's.
But what did that matter? None of it mattered anyway.
"You can kill me, but as long as I'm still alive, I will never bow my head before you!"
"When that time comes, I'll make you understand what true strength is! I'm not someone to be taken lightly, and neither are the young people behind me!"
"You can kill one of me now, but there will still be thousands upon thousands more like me!"
"Do you think