"Was I pleased with myself? Was I excited?"
Fang Che froze.
What the hell was I pleased about?
Seeing that Bai Ye's anger had nearly made his stomach explode, Fang Che became even more baffled. Is this guy sick? I haven't done anything. Why is he having such a meltdown?
I only came here to challenge people and fought my way up this far. Do you really have to be this angry?
"Fang the Butcher!!"
Hearing Fang Che's rhetorical question, Bai Ye became even more furious.
With a clang, he drew his sword, his mouth crooked and eyes slanted.
A frigid aura burst from the long sword. The Ice Soul Spirit Sword unfolded with all its might.
"Today, I'll make you pay!"
Bai Ye was genuinely enraged. He rarely brought out the Ice Soul Spirit Sword, his ultimate trump card, the moment he faced an opponent. But why was Fang the Butcher so excited to encounter him? Wasn't that bullying?
You've fought so many opponents on your way up without ever getting this excited!
Does that mean I'm a pushover? Are you sure you can beat me, so you're happy?
Who the hell do you think you're looking down on!?
Thus, he had immediately drawn the Ice Soul Spirit Sword.
If Bai Ye had not used it, Fang Che might truly have been unable to fight his way past him. Bai Ye's cultivation was still considered outstanding among the younger generation.
Among the leaders of the Nine Great Families of the Sole True Sect, he was surpassed only by Feng Yun, Bi Feng, Chen Yun, and Wu Di. He was already incredibly strong.
But by using the Ice Soul Spirit Sword, he had crashed straight into Fang Che's hands.
Fang Che was far too familiar with it. Not only had