At some point, Xuan Zi had become especially sensitive to self-detonation... or even the word "detonate."
When he heard Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng's words, boundless rage filled his heart, as though a volcano had erupted.
"You think you're worthy of detonating yourself in front of me?"
Without another word, he charged straight into the billowing dust.
Soon, Zhang Peng's agonized howls and Xuan Zi's furious curses rang out from within it.
"Urgh, ah, aagh..."
"Go on, detonate yourself! Detonate yourself!"
"Please, I'm begging you, just give me a quick death... aagh..."
Zhang Peng had no idea that his casual remark had fully ignited the fury in Xuan Zi's heart, bringing images he never wanted to remember flooding back against his will.
In that cold, gloomy cave in the Ming Battle Mountain Range, his students' blood had stained everything red.
As the leader of the team, his heart had been filled with shame.
The reason Xuan Zi was now treating Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng with such madness was that Zhang Peng had stacked every possible trigger to the limit.
Xuan Zi had already made him an outlet for his rage. What Zhang Peng was actually saying no longer mattered.
Even if he knelt and called him Grandpa, Xuan Zi would not show him mercy.
Only after a long time did the dust finally settle, revealing Xuan Zi and Zhang Peng.
Like a victor, Xuan Zi stood with one foot planted on Zhang Peng's chest. He looked down upon him with the bearing of a king.
Zhang Peng, on the other hand, was in a far, far more miserable state...
All four of his limbs had been broken, bent and twisted out of shape. His expression was hideous and terrifying.
"You think you're worthy of mentioning self-detonation in front of