"I wasn't teasing you."
Xu Xiaoshou calmly watched the beast-like contestants behind Xiao Wanfeng, whose eyes had instantly turned red.
"You're definitely teasing me!"
Xiao Wanfeng barely managed to prop himself up. He had not even caught his breath, and now the hand holding the tea tray trembled from someone's horrifying words.
"This young master never makes sport of people." Xu Xiaoshou merely replied with a smile.
"You do!" Xiao Wanfeng felt that the person standing before him had become a devil.
"They're coming."
At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou changed the subject. Pointing behind Xiao Wanfeng, he indicated that there was no time for any more nonsense.
"Wah—"
Xiao Wanfeng let out a strange cry. The instant Xu Xiaoshou's voice sounded, strength exploded from him. He sprang into the air and flipped, narrowly avoiding a sharp earthen spike jutting from the ground.
"Don't spill the tea. This young master wants to drink it." Xu Xiaoshou pointed at what Xiao Wanfeng held in his hands.
After considering it, he made a grasping motion and brought the teacup over, leaving only the tray with Xiao Wanfeng.
He had gained a fresh understanding of this fellow's quick reactions, yet he only smiled as he watched Xiao Wanfeng dart and dodge beneath the outpouring of multicolored spiritual essence, utterly unable to fight back.
He does have some skills... Xu Xiaoshou silently praised.
Xiao Wanfeng's movement technique was indeed astonishing.
He was not using a spiritual technique at all, yet it was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. His whole body seemed to transform once more into a supple sword.
But this sword was rather strange.
Other people's swords desperately drilled into their enemies' openings, trying to carve blossoming sprays of blood.
Xiao Wanfeng's sword desperately charged into the gaps