White whiskers fell to the ground.
Liu Ruotong's expression grew uglier, but the contempt and disdain in his eyes were gone, replaced by a measure of gravity.
"So that was it. No wonder."
He seemed to have finally understood why Sun Qiusheng and Peng Bubai had met defeat and death.
This youngster had indeed been concealing his abilities, and what he had hidden was extraordinary.
Even now, his opponent seemed not to have used the Toad-Fishing Skill. Add to that the Taiji Hammer and his other techniques...
Extraordinary indeed.
Liu Ruotong let out a quiet sigh, as though confirming his own thoughts.
There was some regret in his eyes as well.
Such an outstanding young talent could very well have become a leading figure of the Taiji Gate, perhaps even a pillar of the younger generation. Yet a single mistaken decision on their part had now forged a tremendous enmity. Was this the work of fate?
Lian Youming chuckled softly, as though he had seen through his thoughts, and said hoarsely, "You don't need to put on that act. Your Taiji Gate disciples were arrogant and overbearing. Even if I hadn't killed them, someone else would have sooner or later. The same goes for you. You came here in the middle of the night-you weren't just dropping by for a visit, were you? So there's nothing to regret. Besides..."
Expressionless, Lian Youming shook his legs, shaking off his two nearly worn-through shoes. "Don't spoil the fun. Acting like this makes me not even want to leave your corpse intact... And I've long been prepared to die defeated beneath someone else's fists. As for whether that person will be you, I really want to know the answer." Unusually, Liu Ruotong neither argued nor sneered. Instead, he nodded with admiration and approval,