Ba Zunan fell silent, an odd look appearing on his face, as though Cheng Xie had cowed him.
The surroundings were deathly quiet; one could hear a needle drop.
Everyone was waiting for a brutal slaughter between Sword Path Thrones, where every sword drew blood.
They had not expected that, instead of seeing Xiao Wanfeng strike again, they would witness an utterly arrogant Ba Zunan. The trip had not been in vain.
Only...
"Why had he gone quiet?"
Ba Zunan's sudden silence set everyone's hearts drumming.
Could he be the sort who bullied the weak but feared the strong? Cheng Xie had hardened, and he had gone soft.
But clearly, even if this Ba Zunan was somewhat suspected of being a counterfeit, his way of thinking was very much Ba Zunan's. Rather than shrinking back, he was pondering strange and bizarre things.
"Ten breaths..."
Sack-Ba Zunan raised his head again and looked at Cheng Xie. Yet after opening his mouth to say half a sentence, he swallowed the rest.
"One sword..."
He changed his phrasing, but there was a trace of contempt in the way he looked at Cheng Xie. In the end, he said no more.
Mockery!
Naked, undisguised mockery!
How could Cheng Xie fail to see it? This fellow was merely imitating Ba Zunan, merely recycling several of his established flamboyant ways of speaking.
Yet his expression, his gaze, gave one the feeling that Cheng Xie could not even withstand ten breaths, could not even receive a single sword strike.
Just as Cheng Xie was about to speak, Ba Zunan across from him seemed to have found the way to target him. He enunciated steadily, "Last words."
Who could endure that?
Cheng Xie raised his sword, sword intent surging forth as he lunged ahead. "How dare a brat