Dark Soul was struck on his sore spot, his spirit momentarily faltered, and he almost got hit by Long Yi's sword again.
He yelled angrily, "You brat! Shut up!"
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow and said, "Can't handle criticism, huh? Then why don't you just stop fighting, tuck your tail between your legs and leave! Come back after another ten years of practice, and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to fight Long Yi to a draw. Though I still think it'll be tough for you!"
Dark Soul was a proud and arrogant warrior who had lived his whole life under the shadow of Shitian. Shitian was his nightmare, and he couldn't tolerate anyone saying he was inferior to Shitian!
"That was twenty years ago! I am no longer Shitian's defeated soldier!"
Dark Soul nearly spat out the last bit of his sentence through gritted teeth. He gathered all his inner strength and thrust his sword towards Long Yi's heart.
