Xiao Chen could not understand.
Zhao Qingyun was a mighty Bright Moon Rank.
A legend among youths.
How could he be so narrow-minded?
Over the slightest misunderstanding.
He pursued them relentlessly.
Determined not to stop until they were dead.
Had the man harbored some other motive.
Xiao Chen might have been able to accept it.
Yet.
Zhao Qingyun insisted.
That he and Luo Jiuxiao were in cahoots.
And had ruined his good name.
Charges fabricated to condemn him.
It was sickening.
"You ask what you already know. You sullied my name and stole my wondrous treasures, yet you still hope to escape death at my hands?"
At the entrance to the mountain region, dust filled the air and earth energy surged. Before a mysterious Nether Forest suffused with shifting, dark-purple demonic light, Zhao Qingyun stood upon a cloud of swords, divine radiance wreathing his body, and spoke coldly with an arrogant expression.
He knew.
The matter involving Luo Jiuxiao.
Most likely had nothing to do with Xiao Chen.
The latter had probably been innocently dragged into it.
But.
So what?
Since he had already become entangled in its karma.
Xiao Chen ought to die.
To quell the fury in his heart.
"Your wondrous treasures? Zhao Qingyun, do you really think you're a divine scion descended to earth, ruling over all living beings?"
Xiao Chen laughed in sheer fury. Zhao Qingyun was outrageously arrogant, beyond reason, and utterly unreasonable!
"Has this brat gone mad? How dare he speak like that to Zhao Qingyun?"
"Heh, he stumbled into two wondrous treasures through sheer dumb luck, and now his soul's soaring through the ninth heaven. He's floating away, forgetting how much he actually weighs. Someone like him is destined for an early grave!"
"One wondrous treasure is luck. Is getting two still luck?"