The cold and stern young man's expression suddenly changed as he looked at his grandson, whom he had just slain.
He revealed a look of sorrow.
"This swordsmanship was too strong, even I couldn't control its power," he said, clenching his fist. With a wave of his hand, his grandson's body flew up, allowing him to catch it in one hand.
"Grandfather shouldn't have fought with you, and I had already said,
once I make a move, I will inevitably kill.
Why do people never believe it, even my closest relatives? Why don't they believe me?"
He sighed, holding his grandson's body as he went back to bury him.
The cold and stern young man was indeed exceptionally powerful, and challengers came one after another.
Facing those challengers, he only needed to use one sword strike to kill.
His strength grew increasingly formidable until one day, heavenly tribulations descended, and he faced them head-on.
He slashed through the heavenly tribulation and ascended.
