Tang Wanli no longer had any expression on his face.
"That saber... was ours too, right?"
The Strategist coughed. "Yes..."
Tang Wanli nodded. "He owes us at least four weapons!"
Zhao Ritian's broken saber was pressed against Xiao Chongshan's neck.
Xiao Chongshan looked at Zhao Ritian expressionlessly. The Light Sword in his hand cracked with a snap, then shattered with a clang.
Xiao Chongshan lifted his head and took a deep breath. "You win."
Zhao Ritian laughed, tossed away the broken saber, turned around, raised both fists, and shouted, "I won! Hahahaha! Poop-Spraying Dragon is still fighting, and I've already won!"
Xiao Chongshan looked at him. He was standing right in front of him; if Xiao Chongshan reached out now, he could smash the back of his skull to pieces.
What the hell did this count as!? Looking down on me?!
Long Aotian saw that Zhao Ritian had already won on this side, and his heart immediately eased a great deal. Having to worry about two deadweights while fighting really was a burden.
At this moment, seeing Zhao Ritian so carried away, Long Aotian could not help laughing. "That idiot."
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Xiao Chongshan said, "Don't casually leave your back to an enemy, you idiot!"
Zhao Ritian turned around. "You're not a petty man. I know that."
Xiao Chongshan froze, then let out a gloomy sigh.
Whether it was martial arts, bearing, or courage, he had lost through and through.
However, at this very moment, Xiao Chongshan no longer seemed gloomy or dejected. He even showed a smile.
He turned around. His subordinates were all looking at him in shock, even fear.
Xiao Chongshan smiled as he walked through the crowd. "Don't look at me like that. Losing to him isn't shameful."
Liu Bo ran over. "Holy shit, you