"Both of you, we all belong to the Devil Sect and toil for its grand cause. Compared to that, personal grudges are hardly worth mentioning. Why such blazing tempers?"
Seeing the two men poised to draw swords, Liao Qihui lightly stroked the steel-needle-like stubble on his chin and tried to mediate.
"Heh, Liao Qihui, everyone knows perfectly well what sort of person you are. I never expected you to be the one accompanying us this time. Had I known, I wouldn't have waded into this muddy water.
"Senior Brother Shen, since you think I'm no match for Xiang Yang, I'll reluctantly accept that. So what do you intend to do now?"
After snapping at Liao Qihui, Zhan Fei's vermilion face was filled with disdain. He shook his head, producing a crisp series of cracks, then continued pressing Shen Ao.
He had been born with a red-faced appearance, with three parts righteous energy amid his imposing majesty. He did not look much like a man of the Devil Path.
Zhan Fei and Shen Ao had been fighting each other since their youth, and they knew each other's martial arts extremely well. In terms of martial skill, Shen Ao was indeed half a notch above him.
Now that even Shen Ao was no match for Xiang Yang, it was hardly strange that he himself could not defeat the man. Thus, he threw out another question: what did you, Shen Ao, intend to do?
Faced with Zhan Fei's utterly impolite mockery, Liao Qihui's expression remained unchanged, as though he had noticed nothing. He still watched the pair with a smiling face.
Little did they know that this manner only deepened Shen Ao and Zhan Fei's disgust for him. Concealing one's joy and anger could describe a person as steady, but it could also