The Third Holy Son seemed to be playing a game of negating the negation.
When Xu Yi had first entered his sight, the Third Holy Son had suspected that he was the man from Heaven's God Hall. Xu Yi was dazzlingly talented, advanced at breakneck speed, and fought in a uniquely distinctive way.
But Xu Yi had deliberately cleared his name, and the Third Holy Son's thoughts had drifted back toward weighing every possible explanation. He had decided Xu Yi couldn't have returned from the sealed world of Heaven's God Hall, and stopped investigating his identity. He only wanted to kill this upstart who showed no respect for the Holy Court.
Who could have guessed that Feng Bing would go out and never return, and that the Core Corpse would vanish without a trace? Then, after quite some time, he heard that Xu Yi had appeared again—and that the first thing he'd done was clash with the Holy Court once more.
In the Third Holy Son's eyes, Xu Yi was already listed in the Book of the Dead. But given Xu Yi's standing—and his own—he couldn't act too openly.
As for Xu Yi's cultivation, his Seven Thousand Swords, his supposedly unrivaled defense, the Third Holy Son didn't care in the least. They were nothing but child's play. The Third Holy Son of today was no longer the Third Holy Son of yesterday.
So when he received the message from Kong Zhang, he wasn't particularly stirred. He planned to deal with Xu Yi quietly. If he rushed over so brazenly, what else could he do but play the part of a magnanimous, broad-minded man who valued the worthy?
Unexpectedly, the message changed yet again. That fellow surnamed Wang had used a tower as paper and a sword as his brush to