"It's because there are wicked people that the world has gone bad!
"Vermin like you just use this rotten world as an excuse to become the villains you wanted to be all along!"
Old Daoist Sun shot back, "And you're a good man? You're any different from this world?"
Master Tiger spoke his mind. "I can't stand this world! That's why I drew my blade-to kill scoundrels like you!"
The right half of Old Daoist Sun's robe was already soaked in blood. Who knew how many Longevity Pills he had taken? His body brimmed with vitality, and despite losing so much blood, he had shown no sign of weakening.
He roared with laughter. "This world is full of people like me. Are you going to kill them one by one?"
Master Tiger shook his head. "That's your excuse? The world is too vast. I don't have time to go everywhere. But Yangshan is right beneath my feet. Killing you first will be enough."
Old Daoist Sun looked as though realization had dawned on him. "Hahahaha! I understand now. I understand.
"Master Tiger, oh, Master Tiger. A tiger indeed.
"So you simply consider Yangshan your hunting ground. Have you sprayed your tiger piss all around its borders?
"I entered your forest and ate some of your prey, so you bared your fangs and claws to kill me? What a hypocrite! You're only fighting over food. What's all this talk about what you can and can't stand?"
Master Tiger said coldly, "Still refusing to see reason. I thought even a dying bird's cry was sorrowful. But even after I explained everything, all you understand is the strong devouring the weak."
"Forget it. How could a scoundrel like you understand what it means to stand between heaven and earth as a true man?!"