Shi Potian walked over and smiled mildly.
"Master, let's call it a truce. I don't think we need to fight each other like this; there's no real point to it."
Gone was his initial polite demeanor as the Zilong Cave leader clutched his injured arm and roared like a wounded beast.
"Stop putting on that hypocritical act of yours! You're just trying to take the new leader's position and replace me. Why pretend to be a noble gentleman? Is there anyone in this world who isn't obsessed with power? Look at those disciples—which of them doesn't want to be an executive, a sect master, a deputy sect master, a director, a deputy director, a section chief, or a deputy section chief? Do you think they'd rather live and die in obscurity? What's with this carefree pretense of yours? Your fake act makes me sick, pui!"
With a look of utter disgust, he spat a thick glob of phlegm. With extreme fluidity, Shi Potian sidestepped, and the spittle struck the space between the eyebrows of a disciple standing behind him with such tremendous force that it blasted the man right off his feet.
Chapter 111