Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the young Dou Zun would inevitably surpass Venerable Thunder in the future, and might even glimpse the realm of a Dou Sheng.
Only a fool would make an enemy of someone like him.
"Venerable Sword, Venerable Yellow Spring, Venerable Wind, are you just going to stand by and watch? This brat has no regard for our Four Pavilions. Why don't we join forces and take him down?"
Venerable Thunder looked at the three other venerables beside him and called for backup.
The Four Pavilions shared the same roots and branches. In the face of great calamity, they ought to weather it together!
At his plea, the three venerables exchanged glances and remained silent. Not one of them dared take a step forward.
Everyone knew Venerable Thunder was clearly trying to shift the danger onto someone else. Who told him not to keep his subordinates in check and let them run amok? Now that his enemy had come knocking and he'd found himself outmatched, where had he been before?
Faced with their silence, Venerable Thunder's expression darkened as though he could wring water from it.
"You..."
Cornered at home and left without a single ally, Venerable Thunder might still have been the Wind Lightning Pavilion's master at that moment, but he was already a dead man walking.
In a one-on-one fight, he was no match for the young man before him.
The disciples of the pavilion stared on, unwilling to accept it, their hearts filled with hatred!
Their pavilion master had been cornered atop Thunder Mountain, and yet they were powerless, forced to watch as he was humiliated.
By contrast, Xiao Ze remained calm, as though he already had Venerable Thunder in the palm of his hand.
"Brat, don't think you've got me