Wudingzi appeared atop Boundless God Mountain, coldly glancing at Gu Shiying on Book Mountain opposite him. He stood with his hands behind his back, carrying an air of arrogance and strength.
"As the saying goes, treasures belong to the capable. If the Autumn Spring Brush had been lying safely within your Confucian School, I would never have set my sights on it. But since it has now fallen into the outside world, it means the Autumn Spring Brush's fate with you has come to an end. Since that is so, why not let go sooner rather than later?" Wudingzi stood with his hands behind his back, a teasing smile on his face that carried a trace of venom.
"Shameless!"
"Have you no shame at all?!"
Many disciples of the Confucian School flew into a rage. He made it sound so grand and righteous—if the Autumn Spring Brush had been in the Confucian School, Wudingzi would not have dared charge in and seize it even if he had ten times the courage.
"Then let us each rely on our own methods. If you die here when the time comes, do not blame us!" Gu Shiying threatened coldly.
"Hahahaha!" Wudingzi threw back his head and laughed, his expression turning icy. "This is not the first time I have heard such words, but none of those people met a good end!"
"Brother Gu, there is no need to waste breath on him. No matter how many people come to cause trouble, we will simply defeat them all!" Ye Xiwen said.
"Brother Ye, are you saying that you intend to hold them all back by yourself?" Gu Shiying asked in astonishment.
Even he had not expected Ye Xiwen to be planning this. Before this, he definitely would not have believed Ye Xiwen capable of