Murder, Zhao Da had never committed before.
But now, he didn't care about that anymore. To survive and get off the mountain, he had to kill Laopao.
Of the two men, only one could leave alive.
So he picked up the long sword from the ground and pointed it at Laopao, "You owe our Zhao Family a debt of gratitude, so why don't you repay it with your life?"
"You shameless bastard, it's all your fault that we ended up in such a miserable state. If you hadn't made me go after Mr. Lin, our Martial Ancestor's Elders wouldn't have come to such an end."
Laopao also picked up his long sword and cursed the rich young master with gritted teeth, cursing his entire family for generations.
Everything that happened today was because this guy stirred up the hornets' nest.
"You Martial Ancestors are inferior in skill and you blame me for it, why don't you go and die, trash!" Da lashed out at Laopao, who was incompetent at handling matters.
