At the sensation of that terrifying battle intent, a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on both Xiahou Qingyuan's and Li Yezhu's backs.
Even so, the two continued staring at each other without blinking.
At a moment like this, neither dared make a rash move.
For once either let the other spot an opening, death was certain.
"Thud!"
Almost at the same instant that battle intent appeared, something heavy was thrown down from upstairs, landing squarely between them.
This time, the instant it hit the ground, both identified it-
"Yellow Hound."
"Urgh..."
There on the floor lay Yellow Hound, a deep gash sliced across his neck. One hand clamped desperately over his throat while the other strained toward Li Yezhu, seemingly begging him for help.
Xiahou Qingyuan did not dare move.
Neither did Li Yezhu.
Xiahou Qingyuan dared not move because he still suspected this was Li Yezhu's scheme to unsettle him.
He even suspected the scene before him had been created through some illusion technique of Li Yezhu's, intended to lure him into making a rash move.
Li Yezhu did not dare move because he truly did not dare move.
With Yellow Hound reduced to this state and Xiahou Qingyuan eyeing him like a tiger, one careless movement meant death.
"Sigh..."
Just as the two fell into another deadlock, a sigh suddenly came from upstairs.
Immediately afterward, a figure floated down, landing right beside Yellow Hound.
The newcomer was none other than Xu Taiping.
But in Xiahou Qingyuan's and Li Yezhu's eyes, the person who had leaped down was merely a pale-faced, frail scholar.
Yet even with Xu Taiping's appearance, Li Yezhu and Xiahou Qingyuan remained utterly motionless.
"So that's it."
Seeing this, Xu Taiping nodded, understanding dawning on his face.
He had not originally intended to show