"Whoa!" The Demonic Path cultivators could not help crying out, only to discover, to their astonishment, that nothing had happened. They exchanged looks again, their hearts suddenly easing. Could Li Xiaoya really intend to trade this treasure for that cultivator?
"Huh?!" The Fire Dragon Palace cultivator could hardly believe he was completely unharmed. Only after a long moment did he recover and run toward Sun Xing as though presenting a precious prize, calling excitedly as he went, "Young master! I got it! I got it! Look!" With that, he handed over the Fire Dragon Sword.
"Hmm?" Sun Xing was somewhat at a loss over this turn of events. He hesitated, swept his divine sense over the Fire Dragon Sword several times, and only accepted it after making sure there was nothing suspicious. He immediately examined its shape closely, stroking the dragon-headed hilt as he laughed excitedly. "Haha! Finally, it's mine! What a treasure! A true treasure!" He looked as though he could not bear to put it down.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!" Suddenly, Li Xiaoya shook his head and clicked his tongue, his scorn and contempt plain for everyone to see. Only when Sun Xing finally lifted his eyes from the Fire Dragon Sword did Li Xiaoya speak slowly-and his very first words left Sun Xing so furious that smoke practically poured from his seven orifices.
"Well! You're exactly what I expected. You really are a coward!" Li Xiaoya shrugged helplessly. "Now you ought to release him, right?"
"You!" Sun Xing choked at those words, but his gaze immediately shifted, and he chuckled. "Whether I release him depends on my mood. You're an absolute idiot, handing it over just like that! Hahahaha!" With that, he burst into laughter.
"Hey, little grandson!" Li Xiaoya gave him another insulting nickname the moment