"Ha ha ha, Bei Tangsu, what an imposing official manner you have. Do you really think that being born into the imperial clan means you can look down on everyone?
You have endured conspiracies and assassinations, traps and ambushes all along the way—enough to show that you have lost the people's hearts. And now you still dare spout such wild words before me? Are you truly not afraid of provoking my father to act in person and come suppress you?"
Xue Zihou paced to the front of the crowd, shifted his stance, and folded his arms across his chest. His head was held high, his chest thrust out, utterly lacking the attitude an ordinary Innate martial artist should have toward a Grandmaster-level expert.
This sight left the three men with tiger eyes and thick brows slightly stunned. Where had this fool come from? Though his aura was fierce, he was undoubtedly only at the Innate realm. How dared he be so presumptuous before a Grandmaster expert?
Bei Tangsu, however, did not take it to heart. He had seen Xue Zihou put on such airs more than once, and had even suffered the other man's forceful suppression.
He also knew perfectly well what Xue Zihou relied on. Given Purple Lightning Saber Lord's cultivation, character, and standing within the Divine Saber Hall, protecting one Xue Zihou was more than easy. Unless necessary, he was unwilling to make things difficult for a master so devoted to the Way of the Saber as Purple Lightning Saber Lord.
But all things were fate; not half a jot could be decided by man. He wanted to spare Xue Zihou, yet could not stop the man from coming here specifically to seek death.
Shaking his head, Bei Tangsu sighed and said,
"Xue Zihou, Xue Zihou. There are