After hearing Yan Zi's brief, direct account, Xu Yi felt little stir in his heart. It had all been as he expected.
When disaster struck, this lot couldn't pull together.
When they encountered an immortal opportunity, it'd be a wonder if they didn't fight until their brains turned to mush.
Besides, he had killed the Golden Insect King for his own reasons, not for these people. Since he had never intended to do them a favor, he hardly felt they were ungrateful.
In truth, he would never stake his Immortal Path on human nature.
Xiong Bei Ming, on the other hand, had been willing to speak up at such a critical moment. That had genuinely surprised him.
Xu Yi rose and slowly walked toward the Third Holy Son. The Third Holy Son stared at him coldly. When Xu Yi drew within three zhang, his overwhelming aura forced the Third Holy Son to take an involuntary step backward.
Realizing he had retreated, the Third Holy Son flushed with humiliation and anger. Instead of backing away, he stepped forward to meet Xu Yi. "Brother Wang, have you fully recovered? Since you were the first to enter, what opportunity did you obtain in this hall? Why not take it out and let us broaden our horizons?"
Since he'd made the first move, how could he let the matter pass without making the last? Their enmity was already set in stone. There was no chance of reconciliation.
The Third Holy Son gritted his teeth in secret, having long since cast aside the Holy Lord's earnest admonitions.
He, too, understood human nature. He knew that defeating Xu Yi would take more than a day or two; the urgent task was to stir up the crowd.
He knew exactly what everyone present was thinking, so naturally