These few words seemed simple, yet they carried an incomparably heavy weight. Even though Lu Pingyao deeply respected his master, he could not accept such a reality at this moment.
He had already used even such a forbidden art, yet he had still ended in defeat. How could he possibly accept that?
Moreover, he had lost without even understanding why, forcibly stopped by his master. This was something he absolutely, absolutely could not endure.
"How is that possible? I haven't lost yet! Master, how can you take this man's side? I can still continue. Just give me a little more time, and I will definitely win this match!" Lu Pingyao roared.
In truth, quite a few people shared the same doubts. None of them knew why Lu Pingyao was considered defeated. They only felt that Daoist Yunshang's sudden appearance was utterly baffling.
Seeing Lu Pingyao like this, Daoist Yunshang was equally furious. He swung out a savage slap, striking Lu Pingyao directly across the face and leaving him dumbfounded.
"You bastard! When your soul merged into the sword, it was no different from placing your soul beneath the broad light of day. Did you feel a sharp pain in your soul just now? That was Young Friend Yang Chen's method. If Young Friend Yang Chen had wished to injure you, it would have been as easy as turning his hand over. Yet, out of courtesy toward a fellow clansman, he yielded to you by three parts.
"He merely gave you a small punishment. Yet you neither understand the gravity of the matter nor feel gratitude. Instead, you push your luck and still insist on fighting. Compared with Young Friend Yang Chen's bearing, your choice truly disappoints me as your master. Get back at once!" Daoist Yunshang thundered.
With Lu Pingyao