Even with skin as thick as Yuan Gang's, those words of praise left him somewhat embarrassed. He wanted to explain, "Daoist Master..."
Niu Youdao raised his bloodied hand, cutting him off. Turning around, he held his bloody palm up for Gong Lince and the others to see. "This is my brother's blood!"
With his other hand, he tore a strip of white cloth from Yuan Gang and wiped the blood from his hand before everyone, saying nonchalantly, "He didn't know what was good for him. He had it coming. Was this blood spilled for nothing?"
He tossed away the bloodstained cloth, stepped aside, and exposed Yuan Gang's body for them to see. Pointing at Yuan Gang's wounds, he asked, "Sect Master, do these injuries look good? I risked my life for Purple Gold Cave on the front lines, while you stabbed me in the back! Sect Master, is this the result of what you promised me after talking with me all night on Holy Island?"
Gong Lince had not wanted this either, nor had he wanted to be someone who broke his word. But it had already happened. What could he do? He took a deep breath and said heavily, "Junior Brother, it's good that you're all right. The matter is already over."
"Over?" Niu Youdao suddenly flung out an arm, pointing at the large crowd of Purple Gold Cave disciples closing in around them, and questioned them before all, "Does this look like it's over? Are you trying to outnumber me, threaten me, or scare me? I'm standing right here. Whoever has the guts, try touching a single finger of mine!"
His words were extremely rude, even harsh, showing Purple Gold Cave no respect at all. His belly was full of pent-up fury.
Seeing Yuan Gang wounded so badly