Whoever you were, if you were an opponent, you weren't getting off easy.
It wasn't as though the other man hadn't attacked earlier. He just didn't want to fight anymore.
But Xuan Zhe had no intention of letting him go.
Let him go just like that? It wasn't that simple.
The fellow opposite him was no pushover either. He pushed off with his feet, moving faster each time.
"Flying Thunder God Slash!"
Xuan Zhe roared.
The moment the man heard those words, his scalp prickled, and he dropped to his knees.
He knelt without the slightest hesitation, stopping just short of kowtowing.
The blade's tip was already pressed against his flesh, ready to pierce him at any moment.
Whether it did depended entirely on whether he knew how to behave.
If he didn't, the blade would go straight through him. He would be finished, dead for sure.
Time ticked by.
Ten minutes.
Another ten minutes passed.
By the look of things, even another ten or twenty minutes wouldn't change anything.
"What are you trying to do? Do you have to keep threatening my life every second? You're making me panic. I can't relax. Can't we talk this through and discuss where we go from here? If you have something in mind, just say it, all right?"
"Nothing in mind. What would I have in mind? Not a single thing."
"Huh? Huh? What exactly do you want? Have you gone crazy?"
"I have. What are you going to do about it?"
There was absolutely nothing left to say.
Seriously, no joke.
At this point, it was obvious the conversation couldn't go anywhere. The atmosphere was so awkward that someone could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment with their toes right there. It was maddening.
Five minutes passed in a flash.
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