You have a good chance, I accept it.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Yun felt a chill in his heart.

This Long Aotian was too violent.

One slap after another, Zhao Kuang was completely stunned.

"Enough, stop it."

Zhao Kuang covered his face and yelled, then quickly distanced himself from Long Aotian, and looked at Long Aotian in front of him with a sad and angry face.

"What? Unconvinced?"

Long Aotian kept slapping his face and said lightly, if Zhao Kuang's answer did not satisfy him, perhaps the slap would be on his face immediately.

"What's wrong with being a dog? I just want to live. Am I wrong?"

"You oppress me, the sect oppresses me, everyone looks down on me. I have risen from obscurity, seemingly glorious, but in fact, my fate has always been controlled by others."

"What can I do? I have no way. All I can do is obey, only obey. I also want to dominate my own fate, but I can't do it."

"I really can't do it. In order to become stronger, I am always on the road to becoming stronger. I dare not stop, not even for a second."

"Even if I achieve such results in the end, they still look down on me and they don't take me seriously."

"And I just want to live, I just want to live."

Zhao Kuang roared at Long Aotian, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment and grievances.

And Long Aotian opposite him still looked at him coldly.

"I don't care whether you live or die. If you are wrong, you are wrong."

"You are not a child anymore. You have to pay the price for what you choose. If you make a wrong choice, you have to pay the corresponding price."

"Come on, take action. Let me see if you have made any progress over the years."

After Long Aotian finished speaking, a fiery red spear appeared in his hand, and the tip of the spear pointed at Zhao Kuang in the distance.

Wrong is wrong, why so many excuses?

"They want me to die, and you want me to die too, okay."

Seeing Long Aotian's murderous aura, Zhao Kuang roared.

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and Zhao Kuang held two long swords in both hands, and the long swords exuded an amazing chill.

"Thousands of years ago, you saved my life and showed me your kindness. Now, I will give you this life."

"But, let me see if you are qualified to take it."

After speaking, Zhao Kuang took the lead in taking action, waving the two swords in his hands, and an amazing chill spread in the air, which seemed to freeze the space.

"For thousands of years, you still haven't made any progress."

Long Aotian raised the spear in his hand to block Zhao Kuang in front of him, and then hit him in the chest with another spear, and Zhao Kuang's body was directly blown away by this huge force.

"Wrong is wrong, and now you have to bear the price of your mistake."

"I didn't expect you to become like this."

Long Aotian swung another spear, and Zhao Kuang in front of him vomited blood and flew backwards.

Looking at the increasingly miserable Zhao Kuang, Long Aotian's eyes flashed a trace of regret.

The last time they met, he was still the same him, full of vigor and ambition, his eyes full of hope and light.

And now, the person in front of him has already lost those things.

A good Tianjiao, a Tianjiao who originally had the talent of Taiyi, was just wasted. For a while, his disgust for these stowaways became even stronger.

Compared with these stowaways, he also extremely disgusted with the top forces that unblocked the stowaways.

Not trusting his own living genius, but blindly betting on someone who should have died long ago.

Stupid decision.