Each Fighting Their Own Battles
After a brief pause, Li Chaoge raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you're saying this Su Xingchen did it?"
"That's right." A rare smile appeared on Chen Xiong's face. "He threw Bi Fan into the Space Storm in Star Cloud River, right in front of the Golden Holy Dragon. I imagine there isn't even a corpse left by now!"
Whenever he thought of what had happened that day, he felt a surge of satisfaction. The man hadn't died by his own hand, but in the end, he'd met just the fate he deserved!
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Li Chaoge's face, too.
That Bi Fan had been so obnoxious back then. Who would've thought he'd die so quickly? And all the while, Li Siter had been singing his praises in Moxue Space!
At the thought, his smile deepened.
More than Bi Fan's death, he relished the despair and disappointment Li Siter must have felt upon hearing the news.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Now that's interesting. Introduce this Su Xingchen to me."
In his view, if he could join forces with someone like this, then getting the Witch Spirit Sword would be as good as guaranteed. And he could completely deal with the Chaos Celestial Venerable under Bi Fan, too!
Hearing him, Chen Xiong shook his head—a rare gesture from him.
Li Chaoge's expression turned displeased. "What do you mean? He's unwilling?"
"Of course not." Chen Xiong smiled faintly. "It's just that Su Xingchen already guessed Young Master Li would invite him. He said it would be better for everyone to fight their own battles."
"Why? Aren't our enemies all part of Bi Fan's group?" He frowned as he asked, disliking the man's arrogant nature.
"I don't know what he means, either.