Ling Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
To put on an act, he really pushed himself; this trace of blood was from biting his lip.
He stared coldly at Shen San, saying, "The Shaw Clan is a big family, but your disciple's strength seems mediocre. One punch couldn't even kill me.
If you have what it takes, try again—kill me, and I will yield to you."
Shen San laughed instead of getting angry: "Hahaha, you're truly sharp-tongued, but no matter how strong your words are, they are ultimately useless. You seem eager for a quick death, but I won't grant you the satisfaction.
Let's start by tearing your mouth apart."
Bang!
A Sixth Dongtian Realm aura erupted from within Ling Xiao's body, catching Shen San off guard for a moment.
He quickly laughed, "Not bad, kid. A Sixth Dongtian Realm cultivation level at your age is quite remarkable.
But it's a shame; your path as a prodigy ends here.
