You are not worthy!
The four words pierced into Gu Daohe's heart like sharp blades.
Each blade hit its mark, drawing blood every time!
It made him feel as if he was about to suffocate.
He was the patriarch of one of the Eight Great Powers.
He was a top master, at the Half-Step Emperor Realm!
Yet, he was ridiculed by a young man in his early twenties at the Peak of Imperial Realm!
How could he not be furious!
Hiss...
Suddenly, Gu Daohe paused his left hand, pulling out an incredibly soft long sword from his waist. The sword's blade shimmered silver-white, appearing brilliant despite the dim moonlight!
Holding the sword in his left hand, he glared angrily at Liu Zixuan, his eyes filled with a sharp chill as he lunged forward.
"A left-hander." Liu Zixuan mused. It was said that left-handers were smarter, especially so in martial arts. Today he would see if this rumor was true or false!
Clang!
