A defiant pride instantly rose on Du Gu Fu's face, and his voice lifted a few notches. "Young master, if we run into them in the semifinals, just wait and see."
"I'll make them understand what true strength means."
After hearing this, Chen Xiaojun did not get angry. The smile in his eyes only deepened as he reminded him, "A Fu, I think ever since you obtained your Fourth Soul Ring, you've gotten a little carried away."
"You must know, arrogant soldiers are bound to lose."
Du Gu Fu's eyes rolled, and he plastered on a broad smile. "Young Master's lesson is absolutely right. I will engrave every word you say deep in my heart. You are like the lighthouse on my path forward, lighting the direction ahead of me..."
"All right, all right, stop." Chen Xiaojun raised a hand and cut off Du Gu Fu's flattery, his brow lifting slightly. "Don't butter me up. Get to the point. What exactly are you trying to say?"
Du Gu Fu chuckled and quickly walked behind Chen Xiaojun, eagerly thumping his shoulders and massaging his back as he fawned, "Young Master, didn't you promise me before that as long as I obtained my Fourth Soul Ring, you'd help me exchange for that Ice Crystal Eight-Angle Pistil?"
A trace of desire and anticipation flashed in his eyes. "As long as I have that treasure, my Cold Poison will definitely rise another level."
"When the time comes, if I run into that Ji Bingyan again, I won't capsize, right?"
Chen Xiaojun gave a soft laugh at that. "You brat. Sure enough, your head is full of these petty schemes."
Zhu Wuneng, who was off to the side, also leaned over and echoed with a grin, "Exactly, exactly, Young Master. This kid is full of