If this kept going, it would not be long before his hand bones fractured. That was no dream—it would be very easy to make happen.
At that moment, Saint Lord Taichu said directly to him, "Look at yourself now. You put on such a fine show, yet you are already gasping for breath. How are you going to explain this to your father?!"
"Didn't you say you wanted to bring honor to your father and become something he could brag about outside? But look at you now, acting like a clueless fool."
Those words were indeed rather excessive, but it did not matter. No matter how excessive they were, it was irrelevant. Saint Lord Taichu smiled and said, "Zhu Yeqing, if you become my disciple, I think your future will be limitless."
"But if you insist on opposing me, then I can only say that you are far too arrogant. You cannot even tell what level you are on."
"I have had many disciples who secretly provoked me like mad before. In the end, every single one of them was subdued by me. Do you know how I subdued them?"
Yujian Bu had no mood to hear any of those stories. He only knew that he had to do everything in his power to suppress Saint Lord Taichu.
He absolutely could not allow Saint Lord Taichu to keep gaining the upper hand. If that happened, he might truly be in trouble.
Saint Lord Taichu smiled and said, "Well? How is it now, at this point?"
"Can you feel your stamina getting worse and worse? Your face is already red. Little brother, if you cannot keep going, there is no need to force yourself. Why not have a proper talk instead? Wouldn't that be better?"
Ye Qing temporarily called a halt