Lightning flashed in Qiangliang's eyes as he stared fixedly at Bei Ming and shouted in a deep voice:
"I have long heard that Bei Ming of the Mystic Gate possesses unparalleled combat strength. Today, let me see how capable you truly are!"
Xizi was comparatively calmer. With his hands clasped behind his back and electric light flowing from his fingertips, he slowly asked:
"Bei Ming, you have had a fairly close friendship with my eldest brother Di Jiang and Ju Mang. Why have you chosen to become enemies with the Wu Clan today?"
There was no panic in Bei Ming's eyes as he replied evenly, "Xizi, that is not quite right.
I never said I wished to become enemies with the Wu Clan. I was merely passing through and happened to see two ownerless Spirit Treasures, so I casually took them.
As for the Phoenix Clan Leader's corpse, she was once a hegemon of the Primordial Wilderness. Though the Phoenix Race has declined, she should not simply be left abandoned in the wilderness.
It is only proper for Poor Daoist to collect her remains and choose a place of good feng shui for a proper burial."
"Bullshit!" Zhurong roared, flames churning in his eyes.
"What ownerless Spirit Treasures? Those were the spoils of war I obtained after killing Huang Xi!"
Bei Ming asked in return, "If they were your spoils of war, why are they in my hands now? Did I snatch them directly from you?"
"Uh..." Zhurong froze for a moment. "Not exactly."
"???" Qiangliang turned to look at Zhurong, his eyes carrying a trace of confusion.
Zhurong flew into a rage. "I... I was just about to collect them when you interfered! What kind of nonsense is that?"
Bei Ming replied indifferently, "Killing someone for treasure does not