Xuan Xiao smiled faintly, with a hint of mockery in it. He tilted his head at Yu Xiaogang, his face practically screaming that he was looking at an idiot.
This dumbass probably had no idea what it meant to accuse first and pick a side afterward. He was still using the old generation's tactics.
"If I get wanted just for hitting a Spirit Hall Saintess, then Spirit Hall has truly reached its end. After all, the Angel God is the most righteous deity."
The moment those words fell, the surroundings went silent for three seconds before erupting with a buzz of uproar, ten times louder than before. Everyone stared at Xuan Xiao with widened eyes.
Some gasped sharply, some covered their mouths, and some secretly glanced at Qian Xunji behind the crowd. Their expressions looked as though they were watching a dead man. This kid really wasn't afraid of dying.
Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment. He had not expected Xuan Xiao to pull such a move. His stiff, corpse-like face was filled with confusion. He opened his mouth, but could not squeeze out a single word for a long time.
He had thought he had caught Xuan Xiao by the handle, only for the other party to bring out the Angel God directly.
That accusation had hit him so hard his head spun. He simply could not take it.
Bibi Dong covered half of her swollen face, her eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness.
She glared at Xuan Xiao as if she wanted to swallow him alive, yet she did not dare rush at him again.
Qian Xunji's expression changed again and again behind the crowd, his golden eyes narrowing into slits.
He stared at Xuan Xiao, his heart churning violently. This kid was far too strange.
The Angel