"You win, and this matter ends here. I won't come after you over it again."
"If you lose—"
Xiao Xiao curled his lips slightly. "Then you can let Fuzhu beat you up."
Fuzhu's whole body tensed.
It didn't make a sound.
It knew it had no choice.
Perhaps at the peak of its strength, Fuzhu could have fought Gu Diao.
But badly wounded as it was, it hadn't lasted long before being driven back step by step.
Its body hurt.
But the feelings in Fuzhu's heart were complicated.
This terrifying-looking monster... really was only beating it up.
It was in a sorry state and looked rather miserable, but its injuries were only superficial.
Given its ability to recover, it would be back to normal before long.
"Yow!"
Just as Fuzhu's attention began to wander, it suddenly felt a sharp pain in its horn.
It couldn't help but cry out.
Then it saw a silvery-white branch in the monster's claws, with several fine offshoots growing from it.
The contrast between black and white was painfully stark.
Perhaps to make sure it got a good look, Gu Diao stopped moving.
But Fuzhu had no mind to seize the chance to attack.
A sudden wave of weakness washed over it, making it stagger.
The horns on Fuzhu's head were the source of its power.
As it cultivated, its horns grew larger and sprouted more branches.
You could tell a Fuzhu's strength at a glance just by looking at its horns.
Fuzhu had suffered a serious backlash earlier when an outsider forcibly disrupted its dream, but those injuries would heal with rest.
Once recovered, its cultivation wouldn't be affected.
But having a section of its horn broken off was a grievous injury, one that struck at