With a "whoosh," Ye Weiming was teleported out of the challenge instance by the system, his expression looking like this...
(｀д′)
No, I had no objection to stripping the other party of every attribute attached to the "Sword God" title, but couldn't you at least change the name of this title?
When I made that choice earlier, I never imagined I would have to choose between face and substance!
This challenge quest even gave the npc a BUFF that could massively increase his actual combat ability. Shouldn't you be more generous and straightforward when handing out the rewards and let me have everything?
And what was with suddenly teleporting me out for no reason?
Even if you won't let me loot the corpse, you should at least give me a chance to encoffin it, right?
After all, defeating this Zhuo Bufan clone relied entirely on real skill. It was completely different from when I used special tactics to wear down Sword Master in his Heaven Extinguishing Earth Shattering Sword Twenty-Three form. You can't lump them together, okay?
You just skimmed off the Swordsmanship Insights of a level 170 BOSS like that. Is that really okay?
System, come out here. I promise I won't beat you to death!
Even as he mentally spewed complaints without restraint, Ye Weiming did not rush to inspect the upgraded attributes of his "Middle Sword Person" title, nor the drops from Zhuo Bufan's perfect-form clone.
Because he realized that compared to his own gloomy expression, the gazes everyone else in the hall directed at him were filled with even greater shock and wariness.
Ye Weiming still held the Peerless Divine Sword pointed forward. Sword qi surged around him, driving the Tai Chi Sword Formation formed by three hundred and sixty Heavenly Dragon Flying Daggers before him