The Self-Destruction of a Madwoman, the Self-Righteousness of a Devoted Man (4k)

"What a delightful battle."

Xiong Jun's enormous body gradually shrank, eventually taking on the form of a burly human. He strode over to look at Xuan Zi, who lay in the deep pit like a flickering candle in the wind, and could not help sighing.

"I will probably never forget you, Xuan Zi."

Xiong Jun's expression and tone were utterly sincere, but to Xuan Zi, every word of this talk of Mutual Affinity was an incomparably harsh mockery.

"..."

Xuan Zi's expression turned exceedingly ugly. The pain throughout his body, combined with Xiong Jun's words, instantly made his eyes redden.

His chest churned, and with a wail, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Compared to the damage to his body, the damage Xiong Jun had inflicted upon his spirit was far more devastating.

As his body trembled uncontrollably, it felt as though someone had slapped him viciously across the face, leaving him red with rage.

This was the first time in his life that he had been so humiliated. Not only had he lost the battle, but he had failed to preserve even the last shred of dignity.

He had lost both the fight and his face.

The moment he sensed Xiong Jun's aura surge explosively, a bad feeling had risen in Xuan Zi's heart.

But he had never imagined that the Darkgolden Terrorclaw, capable of tearing through anything, had merely been an ordinary attack. That big idiot had actually concealed a killing move like the Sky-Rending Claw.

He simply did not play by the rules!

Yet at the time, the arrow was already on the string, and he had no choice but to release it. He had already mobilized all his Soul Power and gone all out. If he withdrew his attack midway, he would only expose an