This Prosperous Age Is Just as You Wished, Part Two in One

When those words came out, the Guardians' side immediately erupted in laughter.

Everyone on the Sole True Sect's side flushed red.

They had been beaten until they begged for mercy, yet you had actually praised them as "tough-boned opponents." That sarcasm was so thorough it had climbed straight onto the kang.

Bi Fangdong was still a little dazed. I was crushed by a Rank 5 Venerable?

I really was...

While he was still muddled, he heard Fang Che's words. His face flushed crimson, and he gritted his teeth. "No need to trouble yourself. We aren't short of healing medicine. We've got plenty!"

Fang Che said, "You've got plenty? How much is plenty? Give me some, then?"

"..."

Bi Fangdong flew into a rage and leaped up like a thunderclap. "You... are you really insisting that everyone fight to the death today!? If we go to all-out war and every last one of us dies, I won't even furrow my brow!"

Fang Che hurriedly shook his head. "Look at you... getting so worked up. Fine, if you won't give me any, then don't. Why leap straight to a life-and-death battle? Your composure is really... tsk, tsk... still needs work. Why is everyone from the Sole True Sect like a firecracker, exploding at the slightest spark?"

Bi Fangdong pressed a hand over the wound on his shoulder and roared, "Stop with that act... Why isn't this saber wound healing? Your saber was poisoned, wasn't it?"

"Why would I do something so disgraceful?" Fang Che frowned. "Your saber wound hasn't healed? That's a problem with your constitution, isn't it? The kind that makes you bleed easily?"

Bi Fangdong flew into another rage. He thrust out his shoulder and shouted, "And you still claim your saber wasn't poisoned? Look, the blood here won't stop