With a clench of his fist, a thread of red blood-qi flame instantly began circulating through Xiao Luo SIR's hand. This was the unique method of the Mad Battle Way.
He intended to go all out from the moment he attacked... He was fighting a Quasi-Emperor. Was he really supposed to hold anything back?
What if his opponent ignored martial ethics and his attack wasn't a probing move but a killing move? Wouldn't he become a complete scapegoat?
"What are you doing?" Wen Duo suddenly asked.
"You said it yourself, Mr. Wen. We should join forces and take down Jing Ziru first!" Xiao Luo SIR replied instinctively.
"Oh, you go ahead." Wen Duo nodded.
"?" Xiao Luo SIR was instantly dumbfounded.
Yet Wen Duo ignored him. He reached out and grabbed the ancient battle armor displayed beside the wall, lifting it high into the air.
At that moment, Jing Ziru outside had already seen the situation inside through the broken roof. Seeing what Wen Duo was doing, his anger grew even stronger.
"Wuxie Saintess! Today, I kindly invited you here and even brought out my treasured ingredients! Look at what you've done!" Jing Ziru shouted angrily. "You damaged my home, and now you've tampered with my battle armor. What exactly do you mean by this? Today, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, then even if you're an academy instructor, I, Jing, will demand an explanation!"
--He really valued this battle armor.
--In his eyes, everyone here was centered around Wuxie Saintess. He was even more concerned about, and wary of, the instructor.
--So... a thousand five hundred years ago, there really was an instructor in the mansion?
--I wonder when Si Wuxie will undergo a transformation...
Wen Duo's thoughts raced, but he did not freeze. Instead, he calmly