The old man suddenly descended from the sky and sent Bao Buping flying with his cane. Despite his age, he looked like a celestial god. 

In the Heaven Splitting Battle Sect, there was one rule. Whoever’s fist was bigger was who was right. The position of the sect master was based on power, not seniority.

“Old man, don’t regret those words! I’ve been holding back for a long time!”

Bao Buping turned toward the old man. Although he still had reverence in his eyes when he looked at the old man, he acted as if he didn’t care about that. His broadsword appeared in his hand, and he pointed it at the old man, shouting, “Take out your weapon! Don’t let others think I’m bullying you.”

Cheers erupted from the Heaven Splitting Battle Sect’s disciples. They all encouraged Bao Buping.

“Do I need a weapon to beat a little brat? You really think you’re something now. This cane is enough to beat the crap out of you,” said the old man disdainfully.

“Arrogant old man, do you think I’m still my old self? Take...