Lu Feng understood that Shao Yang's behavior was partly born of worry and uncertainty over him. By rights, he should have shown himself now and told Shao Yang that he was alive.
But after sensing that Shao Yang's earlier spear carried traces of the tyrannical intent of his Buddha's Wrath Sword, he could not help hesitating.
If Shao Yang could face a battle in this state, it would undoubtedly be of enormous help in tempering his temperament and improving his strength.
If he proved no match or the situation became uncontrollable, Lu Feng could still reveal himself and help then.
Ye Fan and Tang Yuan also wore relieved expressions.
"Who would have thought that Shao Yang, that stuffy gourd, cared so deeply about loyalty and affection?"
On the stage.
The chill had vanished from Ji Lingchen's face. Once he learned that Shao Yang had caused this trouble for the sake of his master, he even felt a measure of respect for Shao Yang's fiery spirit.
Putting himself in Shao Yang's place, if someone had cursed Chu Yunjing like that, he might well have been even angrier than Shao Yang.
There were some people whom one could not bear to hear a single bad word spoken of in one's heart!
As Second Elder watched Shao Yang roar, his face showed little expression, yet there was no lack of appreciation in his heart.
With his strength, he naturally sensed the peculiarity of Shao Yang's state of mind. If that fury and killing intent could be properly controlled, it would likewise be an immense opportunity for cultivating battle intent.
At once, he nodded to Ji Lingchen and the other disciple guarding the lot-drawing slips, yielding the entire battle stage to them.
"Battle Sect disciples cannot harbor even the slightest resentment in their