Thunk!
Tiangao wasn't paying attention to anything, and so he didn't really see that dagger that flew to his face. It didn't have any real danger to it, so he wasn't alarmed at all. Moreover, his skin was already nourished by so much energy that it wouldn't be cut by a simple dagger of steel.
That was why when Hua Xiao got to his feet and threw it just like how he practiced the weapon choreography for the movie, even if he had thrown it properly, it was still like a ball of paper hitting the edge of the wastebasket.
Still, no dread made him quiver.
"...you dare?" Tiangao was still angry. Now that someone actually dared to throw things at him—a mere mortal actually dared to throw something at him; he was beyond reasoning. He glared at the cauldron and was about to speak when Hua Xiao beat him into it: "Get away from him, you fucking dead antique!"
