"No! No! I won't lose!!!" Long Haotian fell to his knees with a thud, watching his severed arms not far away, his eyes bloodshot, full of unwillingness.
"Oh? It seems like you don't accept defeat?" Liu Shuai remarked.
"Since you don't accept it, there's no need to spare your life." Liu Shuai was a straightforward person; he didn't like leaving any potential threats behind.
Just as he was about to kill Long Haotian, a figure appeared in the air below the martial stage. "Please, Young Master Liu, spare his life. This is my only son. If he has offended you in any way, I am willing to offer three hundred thousand spirit stones."
This person's appearance caused another commotion.
"Isn't that Lord Long?"
"Yes, it's him."
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Lord Long to personally intervene. Now, Dragon Sword Height's reputation is completely ruined."
"Oh, you guys don't know. Lord Long is already over a thousand years old. With just this one son, he naturally can't bear to let him die."