Li Honghan said, "You're old! Your mind no longer works. Western Sichuan has gone from bad to worse under your rule, growing weaker by the day, yet you still cling to power and insist on having your own way. Do you want to drag all of us into an abyss beyond redemption?"
Li Tianheng roared, "You unfilial wretch! I should have seen your ravenous ambition long ago!"
Li Honghan said coldly, "I'm not stupid enough to march to my death with you!" He took a step forward, and a powerful killing intent pressed in on Li Tianheng from every direction.
Li Tianheng's expression changed. He had never imagined that his son's martial arts had reached such a level. Their brief exchanges had already shaken him deeply. An unprecedented fear rose in his heart. Does this brat intend to murder his own father? He raised his sword and pointed it at Li Honghan. "Do you think this will make me submit? Do you think the soldiers of Western Sichuan will obey you?"
Li Honghan said, "Hand over the Tiger Tally Seal and announce to everyone that you're stepping aside for me!"
Li Tianheng roared, "In your dreams!"
Clang! Another collision shook their eardrums, and Li Tianheng was once again driven staggering backward. Sorrow welled up inside him. Perhaps his son was right. He was old. In the end, age had caught up with him.
Li Honghan watched his father coldly. He knew perfectly well that his father had not grown weaker; he himself was rapidly growing stronger. He now had the ability to stand on his own and was fully capable of leading Western Sichuan out of its predicament. Gazing steadily at his father, he said, each word distinct, "If you can't shoulder it, I will!"
Li Tianheng glared at Li