"Xia Yitian, if we don't decide life or death today, then this isn't the same path! We'll go our separate ways in the next moment!" Li Poxiao said with a furrowed brow.
Xia Ruize was unwilling to back down either. "You really think I'm afraid of you? Even the fragmentary Twelve Sword Spirits may not be able to kill me! If you don't believe me, then come, sword!"
I immediately swept out my sleeve and drew the God-Slaying Sword. "Calm down! Why fight to the death over a treasure? If you're not on the same path, then split up. Do you think I enjoy keeping the two of you together?"
"But aren't we already together? Hurry up and separate them!" Dongfang Fu muttered. I glared at him, then said to Xia Ruize, "The prisoners here will be escorted back to Heavenly Sword City by you and my master together. Can you do it?"
"Go back? Yitian, do you think Big Brother is especially useless? That I can't help you with anything? So you've decided to team up with that fellow Li Poxiao?" Xia Ruize's expression immediately darkened.
"Hey, hey, even I was sent back. What else are you dissatisfied with, Cult Master Xia?" Dongfang Fu shrugged, but Xia Ruize clearly didn't see it that way. He said, "Are you afraid you're supposed to keep an eye on me?"
"Well, look at you!" Dongfang Fu was amused despite his anger, but Xia Ruize was already in a fury and probably wouldn't give anyone the time of day.
"That wasn't my intention. It's just better for everyone to split up. Escorting the prisoners is equally important. I'm also worried that this monk will take the Formless Bowl and try to rob the prisoners back, aren't I?" I reminded him.
Xia Ruize was