Tuoba Xing trembled slightly. Such humiliation sent towering flames of rage through his heart, but with his strength lacking, what could he do?
He had no doubt that if he did not roll away, Cao Wuxin would probably kill him.
But how could he bring himself to roll away?
"I'll count to three!" Cao Wuxin said flatly.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The moment Cao Wuxin finished saying "three," Tuoba Xing bent over and began rolling forward.
At the sight of Tuoba Xing, Cao Wuxin burst out laughing. "What a spineless wretch. Trash."
Of course, Cao Wuxin understood that Tuoba Xing wanted to use him to get rid of Huang Xiao. But he genuinely wanted to kill Huang Xiao, so even knowing that Tuoba Xing was scheming against him, he could not refuse.
Still, since Tuoba Xing dared to scheme against him like this, he naturally would not let him off easily. Although he would not kill him, humiliating him was effortless.
After Cao Wuxin left, laughing loudly, Tuoba Xing stood up three zhang away, where he had rolled. His eyes were vacant as he stood there in a daze.
Tears slid silently from his eyes. Though his face was expressionless, rage blazed sky-high within him. Such humiliation nearly drove him to a mental collapse. He hated his feeble cultivation, hated his own incompetence, which had led to him being humiliated like this today.
At that moment, a blood-soaked Jianghu man nearby saw Tuoba Xing standing there blankly. Without a thought for anything else, he charged at Tuoba Xing, brandishing his saber.
"Die, brat!" There was no telling whether this Jianghu man belonged to the righteous or Evil Dao side. Both sides were already seeing red from the killing, especially the disciples with weaker cultivation, who were greatly affected and could