King You of Zhou

"Immortal Execution Sword Formation? I, Zhong Shan, have experienced it before. I'm only afraid that some people, after I break their Immortal Execution Sword Formation, will cling to their elders' 'thighs' and bawl shamelessly!" Zhong Shan sneered.

"Who are you saying clings to their elders' 'thighs' and bawls shamelessly?" Sima Zongheng said coldly.

"Who? I don't know who!" Zhong Shan said with a smile.

"So, you agree?" Sima Qing said indifferently.

"What can I do if I don't agree? Since you're ready, stop wasting words. Arguing with you would only cost me face!" Zhong Shan said coldly.

"Whose face did you say you'd cost?" Sima Zongheng's face turned livid.

Sima Qing, however, remained as calm as a gentle breeze and clear as a light cloud. He smiled faintly and said, "Please."

"Zhong Shan, that's the Immortal Execution Sword Formation. Together, they form an Ancient Immortal Artifact. You can't defeat it. Listen to me—no one will be able to touch you!" Nine Tails Princess immediately grabbed Zhong Shan.

Shaking his head, Zhong Shan said solemnly, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess, but I must fight this battle. If I don't smash the Immortal Execution Sword Formation today, then tomorrow, any stray cat or mutt will dare ruin our enjoyment!"

"Who are you calling a stray cat or mutt?" Sima Zongheng was practically beside himself with rage.

Ever since Zhong Shan had shattered his Dao heart, he seemed especially easy for Zhong Shan to provoke. His former composure and bearing had vanished without a trace. Every word Zhong Shan spoke seemed to strike him with tremendous force.

"Second Uncle, don't speak!" Sima Qing said indifferently.

Looking at Sima Qing, Sima Zongheng nodded. "Yes!"

This subtle change made Mr. Li and Zhong Shan frown.

His nephew was ordering his second uncle around?

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