Han Bing was dumbfounded too. He asked himself if he and Xu Yi had ever had much of a falling-out. If anything, Xu Yi had hurt him far more—and was still relentlessly hounding him. Han Bing hadn't even thought of provoking Xu Yi, yet the man had grown powerful and refused to let up, determined to drive him to his death. When had they become mortal enemies?
Han Bing knew full well that once they started assigning blame, no matter how he tried to argue, as Protector of the Northern Court Protectorate he was responsible for defending the land and commanding the troops. Whichever way they looked at it, his crimes far outweighed Xu Yi's.
Of course, Han Bing didn't know that Xu Yi had nowhere to vent his grief over Xia Xingguang's death, so he'd pinned half the blame on him and the other half on Xuan Zhuang. Both men had already been entered in his book of life and death.
He felt he'd be letting Senior Xia down if he didn't kill them.
"Enough. We can discuss punishment later. For now, let's talk about how to settle this mess."
To Xu Yi's great surprise, Demon Lord Xie stepped forward to smooth things over.
Han Bing shot him a glance and sent a voice transmission. "You bastard, you really think being a Golden Hall Elder makes you somebody? You're nothing but a dog bone my ancestral court uses to buy the people's loyalty. Chew on that bone, and you're still just a dog. Don't tell me you actually think you're sitting at the table where the world is carved up..."
Before he'd finished speaking, a sharp crack rang out. Xu Yi had sent a blade of Sword Qi straight into Han Bing, knocking him flying.
"How dare you!"
Demon