Stray Not, Most Strayed (2)0

Pan Buwang did not look away from Sha Xing’s eyes even a little. His expression was indifferent, and his voice was perfectly calm and collected. “You dare humiliate my Owl Butterfly Divine Son so, Star Divine Son? Aren’t you worried that your arrogance could backfire on you?”0

He repeated every word he said as if afraid that the Star Divine Son hadn’t heard him clearly. He even stressed the words so that there could be no doubt as to his meaning. 0

In just the span of a short breath, Sha Xing’s eyes experienced the most complicated change of emotions ever in its existence: astonishment, puzzlement, befuddlement, shock, disbelief, incomprehension, denial…0

All sorts of emotions mixed haphazardly until they ultimately settled and transformed into overlapping layers of disappointment, derision, and… anger.1

“Heh… hehe.”0

Sha Xing let out a raspy laugh. One-third of it was aimed at Pan Buwang, but the other two-thirds was aimed at himself. His eyes no longer looked clear as he met Pan Buwang’s eyes, “So? What will you do, Pan Buwang? Could it be…”0

Pan Buwang raised his right arm and summoned a pitch black demonic spear. He slammed it against the ground with a dull bang, causing a burst of demonic light and an eerie howl unique to dark profound energy.0

“You and I may share a deep bond, but I am ultimately still a son of the Owl Butterfly Kingdom of God! To me, a Kingdom of God’s honor and pride surpass everything else. Since you humiliated my Owl Butterfly Divine Son, you leave me no choice but to point my spear at you.”0

“Aiya, aiya.”0

Wushen Yue shook his head regretfully while saying slowly, “What a good performance this is. A pity that my Xing’er’s sincere loyalty was misplaced on a wolf with a blackened soul.”0

Wushen Xing let out a light harrumph and said uncaringly, “As expected, you cannot find two types of rats from the same rathole. Still, this is a good thing...0