The Subtle Strife Between Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue

"Don't push your luck. Sit back down!"

"Oh?"

As though he had finally regained some ground, Xue Qinghe showed no fear at all. He sneered and leisurely admired Bibi Dong's breathtakingly beautiful face, now filled with chilliness.

"May I ask in what capacity you think you can order me around?"

"I don't want to say it a third time. Sit back down!"

A flicker of irritation flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes as the two glared at each other. Huo Yuhao, seated between them, straightened up amid the thick smell of gunpowder, feeling as though he were sitting on pins and needles. His throat bobbed as he awkwardly suggested, "How about I sit somewhere else...?"

If he had known, he would not have arrived so early. Who knew what undeserved disaster would befall him if he kept being caught between these two?

"No!"

As though they had instantly set aside their differences and joined the same side, the two refused in unison.

Fortunately, Huo Yuhao had still achieved his aim. The pair finally stopped focusing on each other. After noticing their mutual agreement, they glared at one another again before slowly withdrawing their gazes and, without prior discussion, turning them toward Huo Yuhao. Their eyes shimmered.

His appearance clearly had not changed at all from what they remembered, yet the ups and downs of the past twenty years had made the aura Huo Yuhao gave off even more alluring. More importantly, there was also the formation of his third Divine Core.

More than half the energy used to condense the third Divine Core had come from the ultimate ice Soul Power provided by the Ice Emperor Martial Soul. Although it had not improved him as much as the second Divine Core had, in some respects, it was even superior.

Even if