The moment Su Sheng's knife broke, he instantly created distance from the elderly man. Winning against Chu Tianzhong that day had involved quite a bit of fortuitous luck.
As for the unfamiliar Martial Dao Innate Realm, if he had chosen to fight to the death from the start, it wouldn't be confidence, but foolishness. A true master tries not to act, as not acting means not losing!
"Where do you think you're going!"
The white-haired elder realized his reputation couldn't be saved. With him present, a fellow Half-step Great Grandmaster had been unexpectedly attacked by a junior, leaving his fate uncertain.
Though such a death wouldn't cause him any personal loss, it severely dented his reputation. If word got out, people might think he was inferior to a junior, and his title as fifth in the world would turn into a joke.
Su Sheng didn't engage in a war of words. The bayonets were bloody; at this stage, he couldn't afford any distraction.
