The damage was minimal, but the insult was maximum.
By this time, the other three men were also feeling a bit guilty and didn't dare to make a rash move. Moyang didn't seem to be a soft persimmon after all; he was a tough bone, and their teeth weren't strong enough to bite through him.
"I find it utterly bizarre. You can't even see through my cultivation, yet who gave you the courage to come and cause trouble for me? Where on earth do you get your confidence?" Moyang frowned as he stepped forward, his gaze fixed squarely on the long sword in the young man's hand.
Chapter 25