"If I let you rest, wouldn't that be the same as slapping myself across the face several times? If we're doing this, then let's have an all-out battle."
"If you couldn't do it, then you shouldn't have declared war on me from the start. What's with suddenly pulling something like this now? All those subordinates around you are watching. If you can't establish your image in front of them, wouldn't that mean a senior like you, who has cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, loses all face?"
True Lord Zi Xiao could feel that the several massive fireballs behind Saint Lord Taichu were terrifyingly hot. A light touch alone would show him what it truly meant for skin to be scorched.
Saint Lord Taichu shook his head helplessly. "True Lord Zi Xiao, don't stand so close to me right now. If I accidentally hurt you, that would be hard to explain. After all, the clash between the Dragon King and me is still too intense."
Saint Lord Taichu was not some crude brute who disregarded everyone else's feelings. In every way, he took care of True Lord Zi Xiao with the responsibility and role of an elder brother. Yet behind the scenes, True Lord Zi Xiao's feelings for Saint Lord Taichu were more like those between lovers, especially ambiguous.
It was just that Saint Lord Taichu had never given him the chance to pursue him, because Saint Lord Taichu had always felt that True Lord Zi Xiao was not a good match for him. True Lord Zi Xiao was like a so-called tomboy, carrying a sword around and roaming the world every day.
The kind of girls Saint Lord Taichu liked were probably gentle and refined, the sort who looked exceptionally delicate.
They were vastly different from someone with the