He is just a youngster...
The words were crippling Hezar's mind as he took a step back. They were echoing. Craving to destroy his soul.
He was a famous commander. His reputation was not built in a day. He had faced numerous life and death situations. He might not be as capable as the Elite Five of the Pala Kingdom, but he himself was a self-made man. In the cruel world of cultivation, he schemed, pried, seduced, and coerced his way to the top. Virtually he was an accomplished man, many feared him and many respected him.
However, compared to the youngster in front of him, he suddenly felt inadequate. He couldn't explain in which aspect the youngster excelled over him.
"You think that you alone can kill me? Torga?!" said Hezar as he shouted his lung away. His heart was thumping. Id only he could see himself in the mirror, he wouldn't say those words aloud. It was nothing but a threat from a scared rabbit.
