Cunning

Tu Gou was caught between two stools. He had never been good at making decisions, and now he was faced with a situation where anything he did would violate his principles. It gave him a splitting headache.

On one side were the wounded Deng Yuanlei and Liu Fangsheng. They belonged to two of the Central Plains' Nine Great Sects. Though they had fought to the death over Old Khan King's head, the decades of friendship between their sects could not simply be erased. On the other side was the Dragon King. Tu Gou had just announced his surrender and sworn allegiance, and dozens of people had heard him. He had to obey the Dragon King's orders.

"Fan Yongda!" Tu Gou bellowed, with an air of authority that made the Kongtong disciples stiffen and hurry over. Fan Yongda was more deferential than ever. "What are your orders, Second Martial Uncle?"

"What should I do?" Tu Gou whispered, pleading for help. Sweat had already begun to bead on his forehead.

Fan Yongda realized he was in an even more awkward position. He looked at his martial uncle, then at the Dragon King. "Ah? Second Martial Uncle, you mean..."

"Don't play dumb. The Dragon King wants to kill Old Deng and Little Liu. Are we going to save them or not?"

"Well... Second Martial Uncle, you should first release the pressure points of the Dragon King's two subordinates." Fan Yongda could only try to stall.

Tu Gou raised his walking stick and swept it over Shangguan Ru and Divine Doctor Sun, releasing both of their pressure points.

With the help of several fellow disciples, Liu Fangsheng struggled to his feet, then pushed them away and said proudly, "The man isn't dead yet, so the duel isn't over. Martial Uncle Tu, there's no need