"Fellow cultivator, let's talk calmly. My attack on you was not driven by improper motives, but because I know your strength is immense. Yet, as someone from the younger generation, I couldn't accept that without testing your abilities."
"Now that I've tested it, I understand. Your strength is indeed formidable. I am impressed—truly impressed, to the point of admiration."
The Demon Child coughed up blood, his face pale. From Lin Fan, he felt an intense sense of killing intent. His opponent wanted him dead, and he was unwilling to accept it. After all, he was still young, with a long road ahead. With his status and position, commanding wind and rain with ease, dying here would be far too undeserving.
If he could survive, what did dignity matter?
Now, all the elders had entered the Abyss and didn't know of his current predicament—a situation akin to crying out to the heavens but receiving no answer, shouting to the earth but being ignored. He had no choice but to rely on himself.
