Dongxu Zi did not get angry even with Ouyang gripping his collar. He simply watched Ouyang quietly, his gaze calm and faintly amused, looking unfathomable.
For an instant, Ouyang felt as though Dongxu Zi's figure had overlapped with Hu Yun's.
Startled, Ouyang shook his head, then punched Dongxu Zi in the eye.
Dongxu Zi screamed. A surge of True Essence blasted Ouyang away, and he covered his eye and cursed, "You little bastard, what's wrong with you? You actually dared to hit me!"
Ouyang rolled across the floor, stood up as though nothing had happened, and brushed nonexistent dust off himself. Still shaken, he said, "You looked like you were about to die just now. I thought you were going to be like my old man. I was just helping you snap out of it."
Sporting a black eye, Dongxu Zi lunged at Ouyang and landed two solid punches on his face.
Ouyang screamed too, but he had never been one to take a loss lying down, even as a child. Enduring the pain, he squinted and sank his teeth into Dongxu Zi's thigh.
A sacred land's Sect Master and an Acting Peak Master wrestled on the floor like a pair of street thugs, without a shred of dignity.
"What's wrong with you? Defying your superiors? Betraying your master and ancestors? I'll scatter your ashes!" Dongxu Zi, his clothes torn to shreds, pointed at Ouyang's two black eyes and unleashed a torrent of abuse.
Was this brat a monster? His Daoist robe was a treasure-grade artifact, at the very least, and Ouyang had torn it apart with his bare hands?
Ouyang lay down on the floor with his two black eyes and said petulantly, "Kill me right now if you've got the guts. A bunch of lunatics, playing at being