"Xisheng!"
Tie Xiaosheng looked at Chu Xisheng with an immensely complicated expression.
There was gratification and delighted surprise, but also helplessness and guilt.
After landing, he gave a bitter laugh. "I sent a Heaven-and-Earth Flying Sword over not long ago because I wanted you to swallow your anger for the time being. Why were you so impulsive?"
Chu Xisheng shook his head dismissively. "If I swallowed this anger, many brothers of the Iron Banner Gang would be scattered to the winds, or even die at enemy hands. How could I bear that? Prefect Sikong Chan is ruthless, cold, and vicious. Giving ground now would be handing the hilt of the blade to someone else. From then on, we would be meat on the chopping block, at their mercy."
Chu Xisheng then looked toward Xiushui City with an icy gaze. "Besides, with the paltry forces Sikong Chan brought out, there's no reason to give ground. It's not as if we can't hold out. He dared lay a trap to kill Uncle Kuang. I'll cut him into a thousand pieces before my hatred is satisfied!"
Tie Xiaosheng was deeply comforted by these words. He thought that he and Kuangren truly had not befriended this brother in vain.
And Chu Xisheng did indeed have the confidence to say this.
West Mountain Hall had routed all the tens of thousands of troops in Xiushui City. The survivors could only hide inside the city, clinging to life and trembling before West Mountain Hall's advancing blades.
This was something neither brother had ever imagined beforehand.
Little Chu had actually taken Tie Kuangren's place and held up this stretch of sky.
Tie Xiaosheng shook his head. "The problem is still the Formless Divine Sect. You've now raised troops against the authorities. At best, you'll become a wanted