"Pfft!"
Wen Song choked on his breath and spat it all out.
Watching the spray of saliva fill the air, Xu Xiaoshou retreated several steps in disgust. What a pity. It wasn't blood.
He truly had no good feelings toward these old men who had accomplished nothing yet only knew how to put on airs.
Not to mention that they stood on opposing sides!
The onlookers were genuinely stunned by Xu Xiaoshou's utter fearlessness.
"Is he not afraid of death, or has he truly thrown caution to the wind?"
"He's not stupid either. He knows he's at mid-stage Yuan Ting realm, and he knows Elder Wen is at the peak of the Master realm..."
"How did he dare open his mouth?"
"Ignorance?"
"Heh, he's dead for sure!"
"..."
Received admiration. Passive Value +232. Received mockery. Passive Value +224.
The crowd erupted, and even those at the large arena on the western side were drawn over.
Everyone craned their necks, unable to understand what had happened at the banquet, and gathered around.
Xu Xiaoji had been stretching by a corner. As he stretched, he gradually straightened up.
"What exactly is going on with Xu Xiaoshou? He came here and immediately started drawing aggro?"
"Is he really going to cooperate with me this well?"
Everything had gone far too smoothly, as though aided by the gods. Everyone's attention had been pulled away at once.
Seeing that no one was watching, Xu Xiaoji vanished in a flash.
Amid the banquet crowd.
Having recovered his senses, Wen Song flew into a rage. Realizing that he was utterly no match in a war of words, he immediately raised his palm. Spiritual energy surged.
"Stop!"
Fu Yinhong shouted at once.
Her beautiful eyes flickered strangely as she glanced at Xu Xiaoshou,