Once these words were spoken, thick-skinned though the two old men were, they couldn't quite keep a straight face. Being over a centenarian each, how could they not recognize who belonged to the cream of the young crop and who was a dragon among men? The only reason they had broken their promise to resort to bullying the younger generation with their seniority was simply out of fear that their own descendants would be no match for Zhang Chulan, throwing meat to a dog with no hope of return.
Yet things had reached this point, and they had no choice but to bite the bullet and push forward. Besides, no matter how renowned Black Glasses might be, he couldn't frighten the Four Families that had stood proudly in the pugilistic world for centuries. So what if it was the Source of Qi? Did Black Glasses really think Old Man Wang had lived more than a century in vain?
Wang Ai's expression tightened. He lightly tapped his walking stick, and several ink-wash mist clouds rose around him. With another tap, the ink transformed into mountains, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds with the momentum of Mount Tai, crashing down directly toward Black Glasses.
Chapter 211