Asked for a Hammering, Got One

Wolf Seven's heart skipped a beat. He wished he could slap a hand over Xi Tianlong's mouth and silently groaned, My young lord, can't you see what kind of situation this is? They're obviously waiting for us to come knocking so they can make their move.

"Young lord, something's wrong." Even the somewhat slower Wolf Nine could not help warning Xi Tianlong.

Something was wrong. Better say less.

Sure enough, Xi Tianlong felt good after that burst of cursing.

The consequence was that he enraged the many experts of the Great Jing Kingdom.

Marquis of Purple Robes nearly wanted to laugh three times. Just now, he had worried that everyone would be afraid to be the first to step forward. After all, the Myriad Demon Kingdom had been feared for far too long, while the Great Jing Kingdom had been weak for far too long.

But now... it was like being handed a pillow just as sleep came calling.

If Xi Tianlong had immediately tucked his tail and fled into the Four Directions Pavilion upon seeing that the situation was wrong, it would have been inconvenient for him to make a move.

This was perfect.

So, he drew a gleaming little handsaw from his sleeve, a conspiratorial smile slowly curling across his lips.

There was a road to heaven, yet you would not take it; hell had no gate, yet you barged right in.

Today, he was sawing off those little horns no matter what.

The moment Wolf Seven saw the handsaw in Marquis of Purple Robes's hand, his face changed drastically.

He had even prepared a handsaw!

That treacherous bastard Marquis of Purple Robes had indeed set a trap to make his move.

"A saw?"

Xi Tianlong saw it too. His shouting stopped abruptly, like a drake whose throat