Currently, Little White was lazing nearby. He clearly wasn't even interested in taking a second look at this battle.
Meanwhile, Little Red was lying in Xiao Rou's arms and eating dried fruits, occasionally glaring at Wei Zhixuan contemptuously. 'You actually dare to fight Ling Chuxi? Hah, you are the one that doesn't have common sense! If the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit is brought out, you will surely die of fear. Hmph!' When Little Red thought about the cultivation of the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit, he shuddered. He felt deep contempt for Wei Zhixuan's shameless actions, but knew he had no chance of winning, and gloated at his misfortune.
In the field, the two still held on to the hilt of their swords, but no one made the first move. The atmosphere became more and more tense.
"Why are you not making a move?" Wei Zhixuan frowned and asked.
"You make a move first... I want you to lose with satisfaction!" Ling Chuxi said with a challenging grin.
