Though the Shorty said nothing, the fluctuations of the Rules around his body grew stronger as he prepared to strike at any moment.
Bi Fan's gaze swept over the Fatty, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh? Are you threatening me?"
"I'm merely stating a fact!" the Fatty replied.
"You're too confident in yourself," Bi Fan said.
The Fatty's expression immediately turned cold. "Are you planning to fall out with us?"
"Didn't we already?" Bi Fan chuckled.
The Fatty's expression grew darker still. He had thought Bi Fan would be troublesome to deal with and that taking him down would probably take some effort. In the Heavenly Gathering Vein, where danger could strike at any moment, exhausting himself too much would work against him, so he had decided to leave Bi Fan alone for now.
But he hadn't expected Bi Fan to be so stubborn, insisting on tangling with them.
"Fine! Fine! Fine! Since you're asking for death, you can't blame us!" the Fatty sneered, murderous light flashing in his eyes as killing intent surged.
"Let's see just how many of our attacks you can withstand!" The Fatty unleashed the full force of his Rule power without holding anything back and called out, "Attack together!"
At the same time, he swept out a hand and produced a curved saber as thin as autumn water.
Green light flowed across the saber, which seemed almost alive, brimming with spirit.
Clearly, this was his Chaos Spirit Item. The fact that he had even brought it out showed just how furious the Fatty was.
With the Azure Wind Saber in hand, the Fatty stepped forward. Though corpulent, his figure drifted like the wind, tracing a graceful arc through space as he slashed straight at Bi Fan.
At the same time, the Shorty took out a