Yamamoto Kusakara's injury that time was much worse than the one before. He started to puke blood.

He struggled to climb off the ground, and he could barely believe what had just happened. He had been cultivating for more than thirty years, but he had failed to block the strike of a twenty-year-old man right then.

But what was done was done. He had been beaten like a dog by the young man, twice.

"You bastard! All of you! Kill him for me, now!" ...