A Frog in the Well

"Blame your parents for not raising you well!" Su Fengtian no longer showed any respect toward the white-robed young man. By joining the fight, he could not retreat anymore.

"In your next life, keep a low profile. There are always people you cannot afford to offend!" Yang Muli drew his blade as he shot toward Tang Zixin's throat.

The tip of the sword was extremely sharp, and as it neared Tang Zixin, a very ancient and powerful force attached itself onto the sword.

Tang Zixin saw Su Fengtian extending his hand as he chanted some unknown scripture.

Yang Muli recognised this technique, muttering, "He's definitely doomed now. That is the Su Family's ancestral technique, Rise of the Forbidden."

It was a big part of the reason as to why Su Fengtian was a bit stronger than himself.

Perhaps after the impact, not even a trace of this white-robed young man would remain. When Yang Muli thought of this, he was very gleeful.

Die, quickly die!

None of the young ladies could bear to watch any more. All of them closed their eyes. They did not want to see this handsome and charming young man die.

"Haha, I don't know who you are, but your death is not shameful." Su Fengtian nodded as if the white-robed young man's death was a surething.

It was a shame, and from their brief encounter, Su Fengtian knew that this white-robed young man would have definitely become a bigshot in the future if he had longer to grow.

Too bad he had offended him today.

Han Ying had not blinked the entire time, and her urge to grow stronger rose.

Time seemed to freeze.

The earth shattering power that everyone had expected did not happen.

Instead, something incredible had happened.

The frightening sword tip that seemed to be able to disintegrate the world could not move further. And… touching the sword tip was a sole finger.

"Is that all you two are good for?" Tang Zixin shook his head as his finger inched forward, directly shattering the sword tip.

"True power does not lie in some colorful effects."

Hearing the white-robed young man's disdain, both Su Fengtian and Yang Muli coughed out a mouthful of blood in anger.

Apparently, after all their efforts in cultivating and honing their techniques to the peak, it was just some lousy colorful effects in the eyes of this white-robed young man?

"Your name…" Su Fengtian's mouth was bloodied, and his voice was unstable.

"I am a great Core Formation expert. In my generation, I am the cream of the crop!"

He could not believe the difference between himself and this white-robed young man who did not seem much older than he and Yang Muli.

But even if he refused to acknowledge it, he had to.

However, the young man's reply made him cough out even more blood.

"Like I said, you're not worthy." Tang Zixin coldly said, continuing, "Today, I will show you what it means to be a frog in the well. You can rest in peace in hell."

There was no great disturbance or build-up. Instead, all Tang Zixin did was point his finger at Su Fengtian.

In the eyes of Su Fengtian, however, this finger was the most frightening finger in the world.

Before Su Fengtian could utter another word, a terrifying mysterious force pierced through the sky, and it was coming for his heart!

"No…" Su Fengtian felt utterly hopeless before this force, and he no longer had the airs of a proud genius.

"Brother Su!" Yang Muli could not believe his lifelong archnemesis was as helpless as a child before this mysterious white-robed young man.

While Su Fengtian believed that he could not escape the clutches of death, a hunchbacked figure appeared in front of him out of the void.

"Young man, is there a need to take it this far amongst peers?" The hunchbacked figure calmly asked as he blocked the terrifying finger attack.

"Third Forefather!" Su Fengtian cried out. This was one of the forefathers of his Su Family, and it was rumored that he was in closed-door cultivation in order to prolong his decaying lifespan.

But instead, it seemed that this Third Forefather had opted to become the protector of his family's top genius, ensuring the latter's path to success.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your funeral instead of playing around here?" Tang Zixin did not take much heed to this hunchbacked old man.

It was an old man who would die in the next few years anyway, his body had entered the final stage of heavenly decay. Soon, not even his bones would remain.

"Such arrogance." The Su Family's Third Forefather sighed in pity. "You are indeed talented, but remember, a dead genius is nothing and will be quickly forgotten."

In his long life, there were not many times the Su Family's Third Forefather had been treated with contempt, especially by someone of the younger generation.

"That's unfair…" Han Ying glared at the Su Family's Third Forefather. Since the young ones could not handle her Brother Xin, the old one had decided to join in too.

The beautiful young ladies thought that it was shameless as well.

"Young lady, there is nothing unfair in the world of cultivation." The Su Family's Third Forefather let out a cold snort. "To have backing is another type of strength."

Clenching her fists, Han Ying did not retort, but she stared daggers at the hunchbacked figure.

"That's right!" Su Fengtian agreed as he laughed. "Bastard, hurry up and get on your knees."

"Perhaps if you do, I may still request for the Third Forefather to leave your corpse intact."

"Mm. Han Ying, this old man may be shameless, but he is right." Tang Zixin ignored Su Fengtian and smiled as his figure stood unwavering. "Everything is fair on the path of cultivation."

The Su Family's Third Forefather was surprised at the white-robed young man's answer, and he nodded, "It's good that you understand. For your family, I will leave your corpse intact."

It was this white-robed young man's blessing. The Su Family's Third Forefather had spoken as if he was doing the white-robed young man a tremendous favor.

But to his surprise, the white-robed young man did not acknowledge him at all and continued, "Very well. I, too, will be magnanimous. I will leave your old corpse whole."