Zhan Hong also had to show Wu Yuan some respect. Since there was nothing more for him to do here, he stayed no longer, rising into the air and flying away as a streak of rainbow light.
Wu Daoyi was deeply displeased and vented his anger on Tao Hang with his sword. It had already been no easy feat for Tao Hang to hold him off this long, and he had suffered wounds all over his body. Faced with Wu Daoyi's furious killing moves, he lurched from one peril to another. Yet his fighting spirit remained unbowed; instead, his mind grew lighter and freer. By daring to take this step and fight a Heavenly Pride of the White Wolf Tribe, Tao Hang had made a tremendous breakthrough in his state of mind.
Wu Yuan was delighted to see Tao Hang perform so well. Speaking of which, Tao Hang ought to address him as his aunt's husband.
"Daoyi, stop this at once! Do you no longer have any regard even for me?"
He had paid an enormous price to invite his master here, and had been on the verge of killing the thorn in his heart, only for Wu Yuan to stop him at the critical moment. Wu Daoyi was both anxious and resentful, but he could not fall out with Wu Yuan, so he had no choice but to bitterly stay his hand.
"Uncle, you can't protect him like this. He certainly had no good intentions in coming to our tribe!"
"Hold your tongue! The Clan Patriarch and the Chief of Fangs will make their own decisions about the tribe's affairs. Just focus on your cultivation. You needn't concern yourself with anything else."
"Heh, so you disdain my meager cultivation? Fine, keep him here all you like. I'll leave!"
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