Yuan Luoxi and Cheng Wuyong were briefly stunned. They looked at each other, and they felt the urge to laugh, but they dared not do so.

They felt much more relaxed after Su Yi expressed that he wasn’t angry.

Yuan Luoxi was even eager to borrow Su Yi’s hands to give her Big Brother Luoyu a good walloping! That would do something about his temper!

He’d tailed her, then climbed the walls, and now he was throwing a fit over nothing. It was infuriating!

“Su Yi, since you stubbornly refuse to come to your senses, let’s settle this like martial artists. Let’s see how tough you really are. How about it?” Yuan Luoyu took a deep breath, then drew his saber.

Clang!

His saber was three feet, seven inches long, like a burst of radiant light. The surface of the blade emanated a faint, blood-colored luster, and its edge was eye-catchingly sharp.

The Bloodfang Saber!

A true spiritual weapon!

Yuan Luoyu gripped his weapon, and his aura expanded around his massive frame. It was terrifying to behold.

Feng Xiaofeng’s expression shifted; he couldn’t help it. Huang Qianjun noticed and hurriedly whispered, “Don’t worry. Just sit back and watch; we’re in for a good show.”

Yuan Luoxi and Cheng Wuyong sighed simultaneously.

As expected, Second Brother chose the most foolish way of resolving this, thought Yuan Luoxi.

As expected, Second Young...