Du Busi came flying in rapidly from afar.
Before his words had even faded.
His fist was already hurtling toward Long Xiaoyao.
Seeing who had arrived.
Long Xiaoyao swiftly retreated.
With a thunderous crash, the mountain peak beneath his feet split apart and shattered!
"Du Busi!" Long Xiaoyao spat through gritted teeth.
He clearly hadn't expected the man to come in person.
In his view, Du Busi, the proud and conceited Sect Master of the Body Sect, would never act on the Sun Moon Empire's orders.
Especially not over something as trivial as exchange students.
Surely he would disdain to come personally.
Yet things had turned out differently from what he had imagined. Du Busi had actually come himself.
"Well, well, Long the lapdog. We meet again."
"Your scars have healed, and you've already forgotten the pain. Here you are again, setting ambushes and launching sneak attacks like some lowlife."
"What? Forgotten the lesson I taught you last time?"
Hearing Du Busi bring up their last encounter.
Long Xiaoyao's aged face immediately darkened.
He retorted, "If you hadn't relied on Soul Tools last time, how could you possibly have defeated me!"
"True. Without Soul Tools backing me up, I really couldn't have beaten you into that sorry state." Du Busi didn't deny it, then continued, "But if you've got the means, use Soul Tools yourself. It's not as though I'm stopping you."
"..."
Long Xiaoyao was instantly at a loss for words.
He had never imagined that Du Busi would actually admit he had only beaten him by using Soul Tools.
As for why he didn't use Soul Tools himself.
Was it because he didn't want to?
The real problem was that he didn't have any!
"Du Busi, since when did you become so humble?"
"Humility brings progress. Long the