This kind of response not only exceeded Yi Xiang's expectations, but also caught the Hall Master of White Tiger Hall off guard, his face displaying an astonished expression visible to the naked eye, almost instinctively he said:
"What did you say?"
The scholar in green robes gently shook his folding fan and smiled:
"Begging for mercy is the submission of the defeated to the victor."
With a snap, the folding fan closed.
The scholar looked down at the Hall Master of White Tiger Hall, the smile disappeared from his face, his lips thin, his eyes vast and indifferent, and he said:
"But what are you considered? Do you have the right to be my opponent?"
The Hall Master of White Tiger Hall's eyes flickered violently, visible anger surged like waves, which he barely suppressed for a long time, then said slowly:
"Indeed, what Luoyu said is correct, your temperament is truly terrible."
"I have lived for so long, and never have I encountered someone with a temperament as vile as yours."
