No matter how one put it, Elder Shang was a veteran Xuanwu cultivator at the middle stage of the Celestial Realm. In his youth, he had always been among the Academy's core disciples, and even if he no longer possessed the courage of his prime, his overall combat strength was still extremely fierce.
If it truly came down to staking his life, then with his seasoned experience, even compared with those illustrious young geniuses of the Celestial Realm—such as Fang You'an and the like—he would not be much weaker.
Today, because he had been careless, he had actually suffered a loss at the hands of a mere junior not even twenty years old. He had truly capsized in a gutter.
Under the eyes of the crowd, how could his old face still hang on?
"Good, good, good! Very good!" He laughed in the extremity of his rage, his entire face twisting with humiliation. "This Elder repeatedly held back against you because you are a junior. Who would have thought that you, a junior, would be so unable to tell good from bad? Since that is the case, this Elder will first suppress you, and after reporting to the Superior and the Headmaster, I will then settle accounts with your elders!"
With that said, he swept his broad sleeve, and a water-blue Dharma Treasure long saber abruptly appeared in his palm.
This Dharma Treasure long saber was more than three feet long, its blade covered in profound patterns. Flowing light shimmered over its surface, and an intimidating sharpness radiated from its edge, making people's hearts tremble.
The moment this long saber appeared, a surging might swept out all at once. Even the surrounding Primordial Water Spirit Qi seemed to be stimulated, abruptly turning roiling and boiling.
"Oh no, that is Elder