The shaking swords stopped but the Argonaut family still had worry planted in their faces. They knew their young master was slightly hot-blooded and full of confidence but not to this extent.
"Young master, don't do it."
"Shut up."
The families slightly shrieked before Zet raised both of his eyebrows. The word didn't come from him but rather from the man he was asking for a spar.
A cultivator that dared to speak back against the great families could be counted with one hand, let alone telling them to shut up. However, not a single swordsmen or swordswomen dare to utter their opinions. It was only yesterday that he crushed Treas to the very core, if they ignited his flaming wrath now, a great war will be just around the corner.
"He asked me for a spar politely and I will grant him," said Lyon before he opened his arms.
Porealus was surprised by Lyon's assertive action. He swallowed his saliva before slowly backing away from Zet.
