Feng Jun had plenty of reasons to kill the man. Setting everything else aside, the man had dared trouble his woman. Even killing him three times over would not have soothed Feng Jun's anger.
But Wang Wushan did not want to die. Upon hearing Feng Jun's words, his body flickered, and he vanished outright.
Then his voice came from all directions. "Fellow Daoist, ignorance is no crime. I already agreed to compensate you. We are both High Persons now, so there is no need to get so serious over a minor matter."
Feng Jun swept out with his Divine Sense and had already locked onto a direction. He replied in a low voice, "I won't bully you either. You are at the Emergence from Dust, Fourth Layer, while I am only at the Third Layer. Let's have a match—one to the death!"
Wang Wushan was somewhat tempted when he heard that. After all, he was Mid Emergence from Dust, while the other man was only Early Emergence from Dust.
However, he had a problem: his strength lay in movement techniques. He was relatively agile, but his attack output was rather low.
That trait benefited him in a melee, but it meant little in a fight to the death—one of the two had to die, and he would not be able to flee.
Moreover, although the other party was only at the Emergence from Dust, Third Layer, if he dared propose a duel to the death, how could he possibly lack trump cards?
So in the end, he spoke helplessly. "Why must you do this? It was that fellow surnamed Mao who tampered with things, and you already killed him. I truly am an innocent victim here... His surname is Mao, not Wang. You have to be reasonable."
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