"..."
The master of Cloud Court fell silent.
He did not quite understand.
The Dragon King invited Crooked Mouth?
What did that mean?
"Ah, sure enough, there's a generation gap between you and old fossils like yourselves." Seeing the Cloud Court master remain taciturn, Qi Yuan sighed.
He also understood a truth.
No wonder White Moonlight would always remain White Moonlight and could never become official—the age gap was simply too great.
The Cloud Court master's mouth twitched. "Senior truly knows how to joke."
As he spoke, he looked at Huang Tu beside him. "Senior, could you do me a favor and spare this young man's life?"
At that moment, Huang Tu's eyes brimmed with deep terror.
How could this blood-robed man possibly be the Blood Robe Sword God?
The Blood Robe Sword God, whom he regarded as a nightmare and wished he could devour flesh from and grind bones of, stood right beside him. Yet Huang Tu did not dare harbor even a shred of resentment. His entire body trembled.
Because the Blood Robe Sword God truly knew how to kill.
"Why should I give you face? He wanted to kill me, so I killed him. That is only right and proper." Qi Yuan cast Huang Tu an indifferent glance.
The prides surrounding Huang Tu all felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar. One after another, they moved farther away from Huang Tu, treating him like a plague god.
"If Senior kills Huang Tu, I fear... reconciliation with Light Palace will truly become impossible." The Cloud Court master spoke. "This Pride Battle is of vital importance. Huang Tu is also Light Palace's only hope of entering the top twenty."
"Oh, he's from Light Palace? And he's that important to Light Palace?" Qi Yuan was surprised.
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