Kong Jiao revealed a meaningful smile and answered noncommittally, "You? You can barely swing a blade. What are you going to use to carve me up?"
The source of Kong Jiao's confidence naturally lay in the sight of Dou Xiao vomiting blood earlier. It seemed that his escape from the central battlefield had not been quite so smooth either.
That was precisely why Kong Jiao had targeted the blood essence. Even if he did not know its purpose, seeing how desperately Dou Xiao wanted it, destroying it had to be the right move.
"He was probably wounded by some senior brother from the outer sect's first tier. Then he used that kind of saber technique while injured—his wounds will likely worsen."
"Strike while he's sick. Take his life."
With that thought, Kong Jiao's smile gradually faded into a stern expression. His eyes fixed directly on the cloud of fortune above Dou Xiao's head.
Hearing Kong Jiao's contemptuous reply, Dou Xiao's fury intensified. At the height of his rage, he instead laughed.
"Ha ha!"
On the other side, Xie Guang'an, who had been preparing to slip away, saw Kong Jiao suddenly appear and did not know for a moment whether to run or fight.
He stood frozen where he was, torn between the two. In the end, fear gained the upper hand. Terror spread across his plump face as he tried to persuade Kong Jiao. "Junior Brother Kong, we can't beat him. Let's run."
Kong Jiao ignored Xie Guang'an outright.
After Dou Xiao's wild laughter—
Whoosh!
His figure vanished from where he stood.
A crimson blade radiance struck at the spot where Kong Jiao stood in an instant.
"Die!" Behind the blade radiance was Dou Xiao's shadowy face, twisted with fury.
Kong Jiao did not run. He did not even draw