The corner.
A string of reversals had Lu Bei thoroughly enjoying himself. Seeing Sect Master Zhao Xiayang putting up a desperate struggle and preparing to die together with Fox Three, he held his head high and confidently stepped forward with his right foot.
When someone's down, kick them while they're down. With such a massive chunk of experience before him, it would be unforgivable not to leech off it a couple of times.
Killing him was impossible. Zhao Xiayang was a criminal whom the Xuan Yin Division had explicitly ordered captured alive. Killing him would earn Lu Bei the label of Qing Gan Remnants. But with a little careful maneuvering, assisting Fox Three from the sidelines and snatching the final blow, getting the system to judge him as having defeated Zhao Xiayang shouldn't be difficult.
"So what if you're at the Core Formation stage? You've lost all your magic power and are practically dead. Can you one-shot me? If you can't, don't blame me for doubling my basic attributes and grinding you into the ground!"
Lu Bei shook his head with a faint smile. Fox Three was the same—despite having everything under control, he kept spouting nonsense, without a shred of awareness. Didn't he know villains died from talking too much?
At that moment, Fox Three secretly lamented his bad luck, feeling more than a little regretful. He had calculated everything, yet never imagined that Zhao Xiayang was related to him by blood and was a Demon Cultivator of the fox kind.
If he got another chance, he definitely...
It wasn't that he couldn't have guessed it—he simply would never have thought in that direction. Zhao Xiayang was a hulking brute, while Fox Spirits belonged to an entirely different aesthetic. No one would have connected the two.
Seeing that activating