Seeing the scene before him, Mo Yun felt a chill rise in his heart.
Long Aotian was far too violent.
Slap after slap, he had completely beaten Zhao Kuang senseless.
"Enough, stop."
Zhao Kuang clutched his face and roared, then quickly pulled away from Long Aotian. He stared at him with a face full of grief and indignation.
"What? Not convinced?"
Long Aotian casually kept flicking his palm. If Zhao Kuang's answer displeased him, that palm might land on his face at once.
"What's wrong with being a dog? I only want to live. Is that a crime?"
"You bullied me, the sect bullied me, everyone looked down on me. I rose from humble beginnings; I may have looked glorious, but in truth, my own fate had always been controlled by others."
"What could I do? There was nothing I could do. All I could do was submit—submit. I wanted to take control of my own fate too, but I couldn't."
"I truly couldn't. In order to grow stronger, I was always walking the path toward strength. I didn't dare stop, not even for a second."
"Even after achieving so much in the end, they still looked down on me. They still never took me seriously."
"And I only wanted to live. I only wanted to live!"
Zhao Kuang roared at Long Aotian as though he wanted to vent every bit of unwillingness and grievance buried in his heart.
Yet Long Aotian merely watched him with cold eyes.
"I don't care whether you live or die. Wrong is wrong."
"We're not children anymore. You have to bear the price of your choices. If you made the wrong choice, then you must pay the corresponding price."
"Come on. Make your move. Let me see whether you've made any progress over these