"Besides, I hope I can be laid to rest in the earth."
"Thank you all for coming to bear witness!"
Zuo Xiaoduo faced east and bowed deeply.
Then he faced north and bowed deeply.
Then he faced west and bowed deeply.
Then he faced south and bowed deeply.
His expression was grief-stricken, his face solemn, his countenance honest and kind, his whole bearing upright.
Awe-inspiring!
Quite a few people actually rose from the spectator stands and bowed in return. Some even shouted, "Iron Fist Young Master, you won't lose! We believe in you!"
"Thank you!" Zuo Xiaoduo bowed again.
On the other side, Gao Yan'er was so furious her hair all but stood on end. She wanted nothing more than to tear Zuo Xiaoduo apart.
Did you fucking come here to bow to Heaven and Earth at your wedding? Did you? Did you?
Zuo Xiaoduo finally turned around, his face solemn. "Miss, are you ready? Do you have any last words to leave behind? This is a life-and-death..."
Gao Yan'er nearly choked on her own breath. "How much longer are you going to keep talking?" she snapped.
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed. "Miss, on the Life-and-Death Arena, life and death are decided in an instant. The road to the Yellow Springs is dark and lonely. Don't blame me for being ruthless and failing to cherish a fragrant blossom like you. After all, either you die or I do..."
As he spoke, he stood tall and straight, solemnly performed an impeccably precise Martial Dao salute, and said, "Miss, please."
Only then did he slowly draw back his right leg and lower his body, clenching both hands into fists, one in front and one behind, assuming a fighting stance.
Then he called out again, "Please!"
Graceful in bearing, faultless in courtesy, handsome and dashing,