Wu Ya almost lost his cool because of Zhou Xuanji's shameless words. Fortunately, he could still keep his emotions in control.
"If you say this," he instantly replied, "doesn't that mean everything you said is correct while everything I said is wrong? Then what's the meaning of debating Dao? You are a Dao-Treading Saint, and yet you disregard your honor?"
Although he appeared calm, he was trying to calm the storm in his heart.
What was happening!
How was he enraged by such a shameless guy?
He instinctively glanced at the World Fool Sword at Zhou Xuanji's waist and sensed no channeling of Dao energy.
If it was not the effect of Zhou Xuanji's enchanted artifact, could it be that something was wrong with his mental state?
It seemed so. Ever since he began preparing for the Superstar Competition, his divine range had been pressuring him greatly.
