Clash of the Masters

A flicker of surprise flashed in the elder’s eyes, and his white eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“To possess such cultivation at such a young age, you are worthy of my intervention.”

“To be recognized by your esteemed self, I am truly honored. However, at your advanced age, instead of enjoying a peaceful retirement at home, you stand proudly in this bloody arena, fearlessly competing. Are you not afraid of tarnishing your reputation?”

Lu Suifeng spoke with deep meaning, his voice filled with profound emotions.

“I am merely ninety-three years old this year, still far from being truly ‘old’. It is a pity that you, young one, have just come into your own, yet you are already bidding farewell to this world. It pains my heart to see this, so I have decided to leave you with a complete corpse,” the elder magnanimously declared, assuming a sorrowful expression.