After setting Xiao Yu down, he rose to his feet again and looked at Wutu Ba with a faint, mocking smile.
"The person you hate to the marrow is right before you, yet you can't kill him. Wutu Ba, how long has it been since you last tasted that?"
This provocation added the finishing touch-the pupils to the painted dragon-to the motive he had fabricated for saving Xiao Yu.
He believed that grounding his motive for rescuing someone in the hatred between the Helian Clan and the Wutu Clan would make everything reasonable, at least in the eyes of the people of Guifang.
That way, he would not have to worry about his identity being exposed and could prepare for his fight with Wutu Ba in peace.
"If you think this alone can unsettle me, Wutu Ba, then you are sorely mistaken."
Wutu Ba folded his arms, threw back his head, and laughed.
"You can talk tough and refuse to admit it, but that refugee from the Ningyuan Kingdom who just slapped you is still alive. That is something you, something I, something..."
At this point, he raised his head and glanced at the vaulted ceiling of the Ruined Temple's main hall with a smile. Only then did he spread his hands and look at Wutu Ba, smiling as he said, "Something every Guifang cultivator has witnessed with their own eyes."
It had to be said that after spending so much time with Fairy Lingyue, Xu Taiping had become considerably better at cutting people down with words.
And these words of Xu Taiping's thoroughly enraged Wutu Ba.
Even though he knew full well that his opponent was deliberately provoking him, deliberately unsettling him before their match, he still could not control his emotions.
There was no helping it. Just as