Luo Jiuxiao had been wounded!
Wounded by Xiao Chen.
By that lowborn frontier savage whom he regarded as no more than an ant.
No wonder Luo Jiuxiao was so furious.
The moment they met.
His eyes had brimmed with anger.
So that was it.
He believed Qing Jiuwu had secretly schemed against him.
Colluding with others.
To plot against him and kill him in the shadows.
Deliberately calling Xiao Chen Zhao Qingyun.
To lure him into a trap.
Qing Jiuwu was an old monster, cunning with age. In an instant, he understood everything and saw the whole picture!
"Xiao Chen? Qing Jiuwu, do I look like a three-year-old child to you?"
In the darkness, Luo Jiuxiao sneered, staring at Qing Jiuwu with eyes like ice, their chill as sharp as knives.
Xiao Chen?
A weak country brat from a tiny frontier dynasty!
Could he really be that savage?
True.
Rumor had it.
Zhao Qingyun had long since ascended to Sun King.
For some unknown reason.
That did not match the boy in white.
Yet.
With such peerless sharpness.
Among sword cultivators.
Other than Zhao Qingyun, the Swallowing-Heaven Sword Seed.
He truly could think of no other candidate.
Qing Jiuwu looked indifferent. He gave Luo Jiuxiao a look one might give an idiot and said nothing more. His illusory form dispersed, vanishing in an instant amid specks of azure radiance.
To Qing Jiuwu and the War Family.
Luo Jiuxiao was merely a pawn.
The pawn was spent.
Naturally, he had no value left.
Whether Luo Jiuxiao had misunderstood.
No one cared.
"Qing Jiuwu, how dare you harm me like this! Once I leave the Immortal-Abandoned Land, I will... hmm?"
Inside the dark cave dwelling, Luo Jiuxiao sat cross-legged, his face full of resentment. He was staring into the void and speaking