To a Peak Late Stage Innate Ancient Martial Artist like Wen Tianxiong, it should be an honor for a little brat who hadn't even finished puberty to die at the hands of such a 'noble personage'. At least, that's what he believed. Logically speaking, this was indeed the case. As an expert only half a step from reaching the Innate Extreme, even an ordinary SSS-Level fighter would find death at his hands to be a strange sort of release.
But now? It was obvious he had never expected this brat to have the sheer audacity to point at his, Wen Tianxiong's, face and call him an 'Old Rascal,' brazenly declaring that he would take his life. The contempt and mockery on Wen Tianxiong's face completely froze, replaced by a deep twitching that pulled at the corners of his eyes and the skin on his face.
