C2813 No Throwing Knives?

"I admit defeat."

The young man raised his head and looked at the three Saint Stage old judges, then he roared with grief and indignation. After that, he turned his head and looked at Hsiang Yang. He chuckled and said. "Brother, I admit defeat. Don't touch the Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger, I'm afraid of death..."

"It's fine, it's fine. As long as you have a way to admit defeat