Monk Nelson Rice gazed at the corpse on the ground for a long time, his mouth filled with a bitter taste.
Having cultivated for sixty-seven years, he still couldn't overcome the opponent after such a long fight; yet, this young man before him had easily killed the opponent with a mere strike of his sword.
The enormous disparity made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He lifted his head and muttered, "Master Shangguan..."
Before he could finish, Monk Nelson Rice suddenly realized that the man before him had become a Golden Core True Monarch, and he was no longer qualified to be his senior uncle.
At this moment, Greg Jensen took the initiative to speak, "Uncle Nelson, let's first get out of here before we talk."
"Alright."
Hearing the other still addressing him as "senior uncle," Monk Nelson Rice's face showed a sincere smile.
"Congratulations, nephew, on becoming a Golden Core True Monarch."
"You are too kind, senior uncle!"
