"Or else?" Duan Jingtian glared at Dao Wushuang. "Now, I want you to apologize to me! Make amends!"
Dao Wushuang smiled. "Was that matter really so excessive? You insist that I apologize to you?"
Hearing this, Duan Jingtian grew even angrier. "Wasn't it excessive?"
Dao Wushuang shook his head. "Not excessive enough. I can be even more excessive. Do you want to see?"
Duan Jingtian frowned. "What do you mean?"
Slap!
Before his words had even fallen, Duan Jingtian was sent flying sideways. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and half his face had been shattered.
Dao Wushuang withdrew his hand and smiled. "How was that? Slapping you in front of your father—isn't that even more excessive?"
"You..." Duan Jingtian climbed up from the ground, shocked, furious, and somewhat dazed.
He had not expected Dao Wushuang to dare make a move here. His father was in the ancient land behind them.
After thinking for a moment, he hurriedly bowed toward the ancient land. "Father, are you really going to just watch?"
After a moment of silence, an ancient, weathered voice came from within the ancient land. "Apologize."
Delight appeared on Duan Jingtian's face as he looked smugly at Dao Wushuang. "My father told you to apologize!"
The smile at the corner of Dao Wushuang's lips widened.
"This seat told you to apologize to Wushuang!" the voice barked.
"Huh?" The words left Duan Jingtian's mind buzzing, and for a moment, he failed to react.
Dao Wushuang had slapped him in front of his father, yet his father was telling him to apologize to Dao Wushuang?
What kind of logic was that?
"Father... you..."
Duan Jingtian truly thought he had misheard.
"You didn't hear me tell you to apologize? There must be limits to your nonsense. Before Wushuang, you are nothing!"