Anson was a Peak Taoist Ancestor; his power was undeniable.
"Long Ao, I won't kill you. I'll just have my son destroy your manhood and let you know the taste of having your family line severed."
Watching An Hao, who could barely stand, Long Ao was suddenly reminded of the Sunflower Manual. 'According to its teachings, isn't An Hao in the perfect condition to begin its Cultivation?'
Seeing Long Ao ignore them, both An Hao and Anson instantly flew into a rage.
Anson wasted no more words. He lunged forward, absolutely confident he could kill this person within three moves.
Long Ao didn't move, standing quietly in place.
'Is Long Ao looking for death?'
An Hao watched curiously as Long Ao stood motionless, seemingly ready to accept death. But just as Anson closed to within eight inches of Long Ao, Long Ao unleashed a backhanded slash.
If Anson hadn't dodged in time, that single slash would have been enough to take his life.
"Despicable."
