Tiger King and Xiang Yang had originally borne neither grudge nor grievance against each other, yet because of Yi Guoxin, they had become irreconcilable enemies.
Yi Guoxin was someone Xiang Yang had to kill and Tiger King had to protect. Thus, the conflict between the two could not be reconciled at all; it could only end with one side's death. Tiger King had long wanted to kill Xiang Yang, and Xiang Yang felt the same.
"Oh? Such an extraordinary figure had actually emerged in the world? So young, yet he had even slain Zhou Tong. Truly remarkable. No wonder the Human Demon Sect Master wanted him dead; this was likely the Demon Emperor's intention as well.
"As for Zhou Tong, a clay pot cannot avoid breaking by the well, and a warrior can hardly escape dying on the battlefield. He was a martial artist; to die on the battlefield, and in a contest against a peerless master, was itself a kind of happiness. What grudge was there to speak of?"
Demon Sword clasped the hands resting upon his knees, surprise and a trace of curiosity coloring his voice. There was not much resentment over the death of his friend.
This greatly diminished Tiger King's former confidence. His face was full of disbelief, and he no longer held much hope for accomplishing the purpose of this visit.
Years ago, Demon Sword had once traveled the world under the identity of the Divine Sword of Xiangzhou, and had crossed paths with him for a time.
At the time, Tiger King had yet to attain the Dao and had not discovered Demon Sword's true identity. The two got along well, cracked several major cases together, made their names known, and regarded each other as kindred spirits.
But later, Demon Sword comprehended the Demon