Bei Bei's body was dead, but his soul remained.
He was still the eldest disciple of the Tang Sect, so he could still expel Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong from the sect.
But did Huo Yuhao care? Not one bit.
So what if he was expelled from the Tang Sect? He didn't care about it anyway. Shrek was giving him its full support now. Bei Bei, Bei Bei, you still don't know, do you?
I only got Shrek's full support thanks to your good Progenitor Xuan.
That lousy Tang Sect was nothing. Leaving it was no big deal.
Besides, I still had the methods for making the Tang Sect's top Hidden Weapons. You never saw that coming, did you?
So what if I left the Tang Sect? Without me, Huo Yuhao, could your lousy sect ever become glorious again?
Huo Yuhao was thoroughly disdainful. To him, Bei Bei's words were just bullshit, utterly harmless.
"Bei Bei, I, Huo Yuhao, don't give a damn about the Tang Sect!"
"Hmph! Without me, Huo Yuhao, your Tang Sect will be lost to the river of history!"
Bei Bei glared furiously and pointed at Huo Yuhao, but couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Xiao watched the scene of the two turning on each other with great interest. He hadn't expected Huo Yuhao to have become like this, though he wasn't all that surprised. Huo Yuhao was a descendant of Dai Mubai; this was simply the kind of person he was, deep down.
Dai Mubai was no good, so how could his descendants, who had his blood in their veins, be any better?
"Bei Bei, what did Huo Yuhao just tell you?" Lin Xiao suddenly asked.
Bei Bei paused, then caught on. A sinister smile spread across his face. "What did he say?"
"Bei Bei,