The little figure representing Tang Sect reason had barely finished speaking.
Another little figure, wreathed in black aura and wearing a sinister scowl, lunged at him.
Without a word, the evil little figure launched a flying kick straight into the face of the one representing reason.
The rational little figure spun through the air for a full circle before landing with a smack, limbs splayed in every direction.
"This is the Douluo Continent, not the Bashu Tang Sect!"
"In my last life, I even went through the whole spectacle of leaping off a cliff to prove my resolve. I paid the Tang Sect back with my life, flesh, and blood long ago!"
"Those old fossils and I have been square for ages, understand? Square!"
The rational little figure clutched his swollen face and scrambled to his feet in midair.
He still refused to yield, stubborn as a duck with a hard beak.
"Even if... even if you paid with your life and you're square, once a Tang Sect disciple, always bound by its rules! You can't treat the rules like a fart!"
"The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record General Outline spells it out: the Tang Sect Secret Arts must never be passed to outsiders! You're betraying your teachers and ancestors!"
At the words "betraying your teachers and ancestors," the evil little figure didn't get angry. He laughed in exasperation.
He walked over, grabbed the rational little figure by the collar, and lifted him like a chick.
"Rules are dead. People are alive."
"Put that rusty brain of yours to work. The Tang Sect doesn't even exist in this world!"
"Here, I'm the Tang Sect's only legitimate successor!"
"I am the Tang Sect, and the Tang Sect is me!"
The rational little figure kicked frantically in midair, his face red with agitation.