"You—"
The Great Elder's beard trembled with anger, nearly flipping the table and storming out.
Seeing the Great Elder's defeat, Chu Wuqu felt delighted and pressed his advantage: "Old geezer, you'd better hold back, or you'll end up like a rat running into a burning mountain, utterly disgraced."
"Chu Wuqu—"
The Great Elder was so furious he almost jumped up.
Chu Wuqu laughed heartily, and the others couldn't help but lower their heads to suppress their smiles.
Only to hear a resounding "clang," the Great Elder drew his long sword.
Chu Wuqu was not to be outdone and drew the White Frost Sword.
"What? Want to fight?" Chu Wuqu snorted coldly, "Then come on, old man, I'm not afraid of you!"
"You're courting death!"
With a loud shout from the Great Elder, two figures flashed out of the hall's door, and soon the sounds of clashing swords could be heard.
"Alas—"
Xuan Hua couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
