After his junior sister was beaten to death, he had thought that the opponent had used some despicable method, but when the bamboo whip lashed out, he realized the truth.
A thousand words couldn't compare to a beating, the slap on his face awakened him swiftly. He too was a sword cultivator from his sect, his swordsmanship ranked in the Ascension List wasn't inferior to any other Golden Cores, yet he had been whipped across the face by a bamboo whip!
This was a bamboo whip—if it had been a sword, then he would be dead!
Especially since this undying old man was still here, insulting his junior sister's corpse.
"Esteemed senior, why must you mock us this way?"
He gave a wry laugh, suddenly understanding the truth.
