Liu Xin flew into a rage at his words.
He had merely exchanged a few pleasantries, yet he had never expected this fellow before him to give him so little face.
With so many eyes watching, where was that supposed to leave him?
It was not that he lacked patience, but a matter of face.
After all, when the strong faced the weak, they had their own dignity and their own pride.
Conversely, when the strong faced someone even stronger, face and dignity became all the more important.
This was not because one's state of mind had not been tempered enough.
It was because they stood on different levels, in different classes.
After all, the leader you normally had to curry favor with—the one who seemed unfathomable in your eyes, someone you would never dare speculate about—was still nothing more than a lapdog in the eyes of certain people.
He still had to fawn over others like a dog.
And right now, that was exactly how Liu Xin felt.
He turned into a streak of light and charged at Ru Xue.
He opened with a killing move, showing not the slightest mercy.
Naturally, Ru Xue was unwilling to be outdone. She was no practitioner of flowery fists and embroidered kicks.
The two clashed continuously atop the Arena. Terrifying power of laws scattered in every direction, and the surrounding cultivators watched with great relish.
Some cultivators even sat down cross-legged on the spot, their eyes fixed intently on the Arena below as though they were gaining enlightenment.
"Those two are both quite strong. Either one would be a formidable opponent."
Nangong Xuanyi, standing beside Ye Lin, narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a low voice.
Ye Lin nodded in wholehearted agreement.
Those two truly were quite strong.
Either one, taken