"Senior Golden Light!"
The moment Wang Haichao saw the newcomer, it was as though he had seen a savior. With a thud, he dropped to his knees and pleaded, "Senior, save me! This man forcibly broke into our Wang Family, injured our ancestor, and stole our Wang Family's clan-protecting cultivation technique. I beg Senior to uphold justice!"
Stole a cultivation technique?
Golden Light Wanderer frowned slightly. His cold gaze swept over the devastated Wang Family, then glanced at the Wang Family ancestor lying grievously injured at the bottom of the pit before finally settling on Chen Changming.
His gaze was sharp as a sword, as though he wished to see through the gray-robed youth whose entire body was purple.
"Young man, you have gone too far."
Golden Light Wanderer spoke slowly, his voice aged yet full of vigor. "Seizing another's cultivation technique and injuring their ancestor—what kind of reasoning is that?"
Chen Changming lowered his foot and slowly rose into the air. Neither servile nor overbearing, he said, "It was merely a spar. A wager is a wager; one must accept defeat."
"A spar?" Golden Light Wanderer sneered. "Does a spar require beating someone into this state?"
"He was simply inferior in skill," Chen Changming said blandly.
A flash of anger crossed Golden Light Wanderer's eyes.
He and the Wang Family ancestor had known each other for many years and could be considered old friends.
He had come today at the man's invitation, only to see his old friend trampled beneath someone's feet. How could he endure it?
"What a fine 'inferior in skill.'"
Golden Light Wanderer said no more. With a sudden motion, he hurled the tiny golden mountain in his hand into the air.
Bzzzz!
The little mountain swelled wildly against the wind, transforming in the blink of