Nalan Haochuan blinked. Hearing that, why did Huang Xuan seem less and less like a decent person to him?
Shouldn't he have been comforting him and sympathizing with his ordeal at a time like this? Why was he asking him to elaborate instead?
Wasn't this forcing him to dredge up painful memories?
"Kill!" Just then, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor with an overwhelmingly powerful aura charged over, his sword pointed at Huang Xuan.
"Get lost!" Huang Xuan swung a slap and sent him flying on the spot.
"Hiss!"
That sight nearly made Nalan Haochuan's heart stop outright. He cried inwardly that the sky was falling.
This person was obviously incomparably powerful!
Fighting him was no different from courting death!
He turned to slip away, but Huang Xuan anticipated his move and traded him back again with Fair Trade.
"So shameless!" Nalan Haochuan cried out. Was this even a secret art? It was completely unreasonable!
"Don't be afraid. Come, talk while we fight."
Huang Xuan took Nalan Haochuan's hand. They looked like they were fighting, but it was more like they were holding hands and dancing.
Realizing Huang Xuan was not some utterly vicious person, Nalan Haochuan gathered his courage and began pouring out his grievances.
Once he started, there was no stopping him. His resentment toward his father, who had thoroughly cheated his own son, surged like the rolling waters of an endless river.
Elsewhere, Zhuang Lingyun and Xiao Luxia began fighting. The battle between the two women was especially pleasing to the eye. Not only were they beautiful, their figures were curvaceous, and their legs straight and slender.
Ye Bufan and Xiao Xukun began fighting.
Jia Yu and Yuchi Lingye began fighting.
Nangong Wentian and Yin Xiaofei began fighting.
The battlefield was chaotic, with everyone facing an opponent of their own.