When It Comes to Killing, I Haven't Killed Nearly as Many as Senior Xuan Zi Has Sent to Their Deaths!

Long Wushang pulled out a wooden stool beside the stone table but did not sit down immediately. He raised his head, and the smile returned to his face.

"As for how many people from Shrek have died, I'm afraid you aren't qualified to put that entire debt on my head."

Xuan Zi's tightly furrowed brows abruptly lowered. "What did you say?"

"I said that quite a few Shrek students did indeed die by my hand." Long Wushang's tone remained unchanged as he admitted it outright.

"That is war. Once you step onto the battlefield, killing and being killed are both normal. I have never made excuses for what I have done, nor have I ever pretended those people had nothing to do with me."

"However, Senior Xuan Zi, if you want to condemn me for that crime, I'm afraid your case doesn't hold up. After all, the students you sent beneath the Holy Spirit Cult's butcher's blade probably outnumber those I killed with my own hands by far!"

"Impudent!"

Xuan Zi roared, and the stone table before him exploded on the spot. Shattered stone and fragments of wine dishes flew in every direction, only to be blocked entirely by dark Soul Power before they could reach Long Wushang.

Long Wushang remained where he was, his expression unchanged as he continued, "Before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament began back then, you were responsible for protecting the Shrek Inspection Corps. And what was the result? An elite inspection corps led by a Super Douluo nearly got wiped out by an Evil Soul Master at the Soul King level."

Xuan Zi's breathing gradually grew heavier. It was one of the past incidents he least wanted anyone to mention in his life.

Yet Long Wushang showed no intention of stopping.