Humiliation

The Sword Pavilion disciples had it truly miserable today. For no rhyme or reason, they had been rammed to death by their own Young Pavilion Master. Their deaths were so stiflingly unjust that they could not rest in peace.

Boom!

As if deliberately wrecking the Sword Pavilion, Dugu Qiubai used his speed to relentlessly demolish its buildings, turning the once luxurious and magnificent Sword Pavilion into a field of ruins.

The Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master was furious enough to burst into flames, yet powerless to do anything. He had already done everything he could to stop Dugu Qiubai, but he simply could not keep up with Dugu Qiubai's speed.

Even the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master himself had been kicked black and blue by Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai had no intention of killing him at all. He merely kept kicking him, without even using the swordsmanship he was best at.

There was only strength and speed.

Yet light-speed movement combined with peak Great Saint strength was already far beyond what the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master could contend against.

Rumble...

Amid a string of explosions, the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master suffered a savage beating.

When the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master collapsed to the ground, unable to rise, he glared venomously at Dugu Qiubai and roared in grief and indignation, "If you want to kill me, then kill me! Why humiliate me?"

"I feel like it!" Dugu Qiubai planted a foot on the Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master's cheek, making the latter experience the greatest stifling grievance and humiliation of his life.

He was the dignified Sword Pavilion Young Pavilion Master, born with a golden spoon in his mouth. His father was the Strongest Sword Saint, and his status was no worse than that of the Holy Sons