Xu Yi sneered. "I told you this was a vendetta. I can't eat or sleep in peace until this man is dead. If you don't accept that, you can avenge him. I'll take you on."
Qiu Wa's tragic ordeal had fanned the fire in his heart until it towered like a mountain. Destroying the Phantom Spirit Sect and killing Jia Canghai alone weren't enough to satisfy his rage.
Now he fixed his eyes on Feng Teng, his killing intent blazing. A thought suddenly struck him: perhaps Jia Canghai had imprisoned Qiu Wa to curry favor with Feng Teng. If so, Feng Teng truly deserved to die.
Feng Teng had never imagined Xu Yi would dare challenge him in front of so many people. He was so furious his tongue nearly tied itself in knots. "Very good. Very good. If I let you leave today, the world will say there's no one worth a damn in Wuji Gate. Everyone, you've all witnessed what happened. This villain has shown utter contempt for me, and I have no choice but to act. Forgive me for disturbing you. I'll make amends afterward."
"No need. I was actually finding this gathering a little too sedate. Without a clash between dragons and tigers, how could it live up to the occasion?"
"Exactly. Let the two of them fight. It'll liven things up."
"..."
Plenty of people were eager to see trouble, and no one cared who was right or wrong. They just wanted to watch two powerful fighters clash.
Feng Teng shot Xu Yi a sidelong glance. "Come on. The practice grounds are outside. I don't kill nameless ghosts. State your name, rat."
Xu Yi replied coolly, "When I kill a villain, I never ask his name. If he's about to die, who cares who he