Trophy
“What’s the hold up?”
“Yeah, it’s almost been two hours since they’ve just been standing there.”
Perhaps it was due to the ruthless heat and sun that people started losing it.
Sikong Qiwen opened his eyes to question, “You anxious?”
Tian Budai kept his friendly smile on. “Not at all. I’m still waiting for my target.”
“I will be the one to kill True God’s disciple, not you.”
“That’s what you think.”
It made sense for them to both want Mu Yu’s head since it’d be a trophy they could brag about for an era.
“Where are you, Mu Yu?” Mu Zhexing’s neck was stiff with tension.
Mu Yu’s supporters were offended Sikong Qiwen and Tian Budai made light of him.
Irate, someone in the crowd loudly proposed, “If both of you want to kill True God’s disciple to prove yourself, why not make him the trophy? How about the winner between you two gets to kill him? That’s a better way to go about it, isn’t it?”
The crowd showed their fervent support for the proposition.
“What do you think?” Tian Budai queried.
“Better than anything I could ask for,” responded Sikong Qiwen.
The two started to churn out energy.
“True God’s disciple’s life is mine!” Tian Budai switched to an aggressive mode as he materialise Celestial Star Spear.
“To quote you: that’s what you think.” Sikong Qiwen confidently spawned his yellow flying sword that could be described as plain and cumbersomely heavy.
The two continued raising the output of energy discharged and then launched themselves toward each other.
Whoosh! A sword sliced between Sikong Qiwen and Tian Budai, cutting off their advances. The sword qi breaker blew Rock of Death to smithereens and prompted the two to retreat over thirty-three metres to stick their landing.
“You two need a reality check before running your mouths.”
His descent was slow and controlled. His voice radiated unshakable confidence. His visage was that of a man who had set his heart on overcoming insurmountable odds.
“Oi, oi, isn’t he supposed to be a Body Severing Realm cultivator? That’s the aura of a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator!”
“Finally!” Mu Zhexing’s tension on his neck and in his hands melted away.
Tian Budai maintained his affable ambience and questioned, “What made you decide to come out of hiding? Is it because Elder Ku Mu’s death anniversary is still some time away?”
“Tian Budai, you claim you want to kill me in public. Behind the scenes, you sent Shadow Assassin Qing Ming after me. Is that all your confidence amounts to?” Mu Yu taunted, corner of his lips tugged up.
Tian Budai’s smile turned to a frown. “Shadow Assassin Qing Ming?”
“What, you don’t recognise Shadow Assassin Qing Ming? That must mean your shameless patriarch doesn’t even trust his son. For your information, he went out of his way to hire rank forty-three, Shadow Assassin Qing Ming to assassinate me. I thought your patriarch had faith in you.”
While the audience started to discuss the assassination, Tian Budai fumed, “I don’t like it when people disparage my father.”
“Stating facts is disparaging your father? You must be proud about living in the fantasy world he built you, huh?”
“I will kill you for insulting my father!”
“Did I hit a sore spot? No apologies given.” Mu Yu extended his hand and checked out the “forty-three” crest on his wrist. “Tian Budai, you’re going to need an army of Qing Mings to kill me.”
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