"It was time to step in."
When it came to handling the organization's miscellaneous affairs, Xiao Kongtong knew he was no match for Ye Xiaotian.
But in a battle—when it should erupt, when it should subside, and when was the best moment for a third party to enter—
Xiao Kongtong was certain that no one understood it better than he did.
After playing his teacher for so many years, his grasp of battle opportunities had become exceptionally precise.
In the current situation, after Mr. Siren had drawn his sword, he was clearly under no small burden. If he struck again, it would certainly exceed that previous sword strike and consume even more. Clearly, he did not wish to continue.
And Jiang Buyi could not back down either... If the two remained locked in such a needle-against-wheat-tip confrontation, the worst-case scenario was that they would truly fight to the death, until one of them fell.
But if a third party intervened now, it would be different.
Without overthinking it, without even considering a discussion, Xiao Kongtong finished speaking and ignored Ye Xiaotian's opinion entirely, leaping straight out.
Several hundred miles were crossed in no more than a thought.
The Demon God Spear arrived first, plunging between Mei Suren and Jiang Buyi with an earthshaking boom. Then a somewhat disheveled figure drifted lightly down, one foot settling atop the spearhead.
"Gentlemen..."
With a sack slung over his shoulder, Xiao Kongtong spread one hand. He first glanced at Mei Suren, then lifted his gaze toward the thunder-fire tribulation clouds high in the heavens and chuckled.
"You have fought, and all the emotions that needed venting have been vented."
"You are both figures of great consequence on the Holy Spirit Continent. There is no need to fight for victory or death in this tiny