Fighting the Older Generation

"Senior, on account of your old age, I will give you the first move." Tang Zixin shrugged his shoulders.

"Hmph. Even now, you still know how to boast. Brat, did your parents not teach you respect?!" The Su Family's Third Forefather's powerful voice boomed.

"Hurry up and kneel, kid. I may just decide to give your family some face and leave the corpse intact then!" The Su Family's Third Forefather was still somewhat nervous about this genius's backing, so he did not dare go too far.

"Apart from heaven and earth, I will bow to no one but my parents." Tang Zixin's voice was calm and unperturbed.

"Good… good words!" The Su Family's Third Forefather was furious. "Don't blame me for being ruthless then, kid!"

"Old man, stop talking and hurry up." Tang Zixin coldly laughed. "If you were to wait any longer, you may just keel over and die without any move from me."

"Third Forefather, stop talking with this arrogant bastard and end him!" Su Fengtian cried out. This white-robed young man had wounded his pride and heart.

From now on, his future cultivation would become much more difficult as his Daoist core had been affected. This demon had to be vanquished no matter what.

"Senior Su, please!" Yang Muli shared a similar thought to Su Fengtian.

"Relax, allow me to take care of it." The Su Family's Third Forefather nodded, then his hunchbacked figure disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Where had he gone?

In the next moment, the Su Family's Third Forefather had stepped out of the void, appearing directly behind Tang Zixin!

"Kid, if you had a few more years, you may have been able to reach my level." The Su Family Third Forefather's voice was cold. "Alas, you are too arrogant for your own good."

"Hmph. Let's see about that!" Tang Zixin roared. In the past, he may have had some trouble dealing with this old man, but he was no longer the same.

With a glance, he could discern that this old man was at the same major cultivation realm as himself, the Soul Formation stage!

Naturally, a power gap existed between even those who were of the same realm, not to mention when a difference in minor realms existed. Previously, he may have lacked battle experience and techniques, but that was definitely no longer the case.

For he had undergone rebirth! Having tempered himself in countless battles, his battle experience was definitely not any less than this old fogey.

Thus, even though Tang Zixin was a fresh Soul Formation stage cultivator, he could go toe-to-toe against the Su Family's Third Forefather who had been stuck in the Soul Formation stage for over hundreds of years.

Facing the Su Family Third Forefather's powerful energy that had been tempered through hundreds of years of non-stop cultivation, Tang Zixin did not dare to be rash.

The spiritual energy that the Su Family's Third Forefather had shown was like the sea. It was incomparably deep and seemed to run forever without an end.

"Let's see just how great the older generation is!" Tang Zixin drew his sword, appearing like an ancient wargod.

It was a heartstopping sight. He instantly became the hero in the hearts of these young maidens.

Apart from the group and Han Ying, this battle did not raise too much chaos in the Starlight Auction House. This was due to the interference of the higher-ups who had formed a protective barrier around their battle.

"My Brother Xin will never lose!" Han Ying clenched her tiny fists.

"Yes, disappear!" Yang Muli was ecstatic after feeling the might of the Su Family's Third Forefather. This old man was far stronger than anyone in his family.

But deep down, he was very ashamed. Though they were in the same generation, he was not even worthy of making the latter draw their sword.

"Damn it all. You must die." Su Fengtian also had the same thought as his fingers drew blood.

"Kid, so you're a sword cultivator?" The Su Family Third Forefather's eyes shone.

"Hmph." Tang Zixin raised his sword to the sky as his peerless Daoist Rhymes were one with nature and in perfect tune. This jaded sword had the appearance of an ordinary blade, but after he had unleashed its might, everyone could tell that it was anything but normal.

When the Su Family Third Forefather's energy collided with his Daoist Rhymes, nothing had happened as both had disappeared. It was a draw!

Tang Zixin, a junior cultivator who was not yet past the age of twenty, had come to a draw with the Su Family's Third Forefather!

"What a fine sword." The Su Family's Third Forefather praised. "In my hundreds years of life, I have not seen many swords of better quality."

There was a hint of envy and greed in his voice.

Faced with this incredible Daoist Rhyme of the Way of the Sword, the Su Family's Third Forefather no longer dared to take this youth lightly.

Anyone who could display such a wonderful Daoist Rhyme was someone who would become a supreme expert in the future.

"I must end your life, boy. Otherwise, you will bring great disaster to my family in the future!"

Condensing all his spiritual energy, the Su Family's Third Forefather wanted to end the battle in one quick move so that Tang Zixin would not have a chance to retaliate.

This was no longer a mere battle between a senior and someone of the junior generation. Instead, it was the fight between two supreme experts.

Everyone present looked on in anticipation, some fearful and some eager.

"Before my blade, everything is insignificant!" Tang Zixin also summoned all of his power, and the wonderful Daoist Rhymes around him circled like mad.

"Go!" The Su Family's Third Forefather shouted as his palm expanded to the size of a mountain. If someone were to be hit by this palm, not even bone would remain.

"Third Forefather!" Su Fengtian did not dare shut his eyes.

"Die, die, die!" Yang Muli's eyes were equally bloodshot.