Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan had barely vanished at the end of the Flame Passage when Ouyang Ding suddenly lifted his head. His swollen cheeks still throbbed faintly, but in those eyes that had been filled with fear, a nearly crazed venom now churned as he stared fixedly in the direction the two had left.
His gaze was like a poison-tempered blade, as if it meant to pierce through their backs and tear them apart. Every muscle in his body was taut, his teeth grinding audibly, and even his breathing carried a heavy, vicious edge. The humiliation of being slapped in public just now made his hatred surge.
"A Ding, are you all right?" Ouyang Jun stood beside him, his tone so complicated it was hard to describe, and reached out to pat his shoulder lightly.
Those slaps just now had not only landed on the faces of Ouyang Ding and the other clansman. They had struck the dignity of the entire Ouyang team.
To be publicly humiliated by members of their own family in front of martial artists from other families—this useless, stifling anger was almost enough to crush a man.
How could he not want to fight back? To rush up and fight Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan to the death? But he knew better than anyone that Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan were at the peak limit of Houtian Layer Ten, only one step away from the Xiantian realm, while he and Ouyang Ding had only just stepped into Houtian Layer Nine not long ago, and could not even be counted as peak Layer Nine. The gap between them was like a chasm that could not be crossed.
Forget fighting back—even if the two of them joined forces, they probably could not withstand a single move from