If this man was not killed, he would surely become a great threat in the future. At that thought, a flicker of killing intent flashed through the Ancient Sword Sect Master's eyes. Yet there was still something about Zhao Fu that made him wary: the Imperial Blood within Zhao Fu. If he killed him, the empire behind him would certainly destroy the Ancient Sword Sect.
Zhao Fu might only possess Imperial Blood, but what if he truly was the imperial son of some empire? If he had not possessed Imperial Blood, the Ancient Sword Sect Master would not have held back earlier—he would have struck and killed Zhao Fu without the slightest hesitation.
The ordinary people witnessing this did not even dare breathe too loudly, much less stand up for Zhao Fu. Though casualties were inevitable in a duel, Zhao Fu had injured Gu Jian so severely, so it was understandable for the Ancient Sword Sect Master to teach Zhao Fu a lesson.
However, relying on his formidable cultivation to bully a junior like Zhao Fu was somewhat like a grown man picking on a child. That was rather hard to justify.
But the Ancient Sword Sect was the second-ranked sect and third in power within the Guti Domain. With such strength standing behind it, who dared say anything?
Those great figures in the stands merely frowned slightly and had no intention of doing anything. Zhao Fu was not one of their people, so why would they intervene?
This showed the disadvantage of having no faction to support oneself. No matter how gifted a person without backing was, others could still bully him whenever they wished.
The Ten Thousand Dragons Merchant Group elder's expression turned rather ugly. Zhao Fu was an important person to the Ten Thousand Dragons Merchant Group,