"It's not because of what's been said that a man is discarded, nor because of the man that the words are discarded. Isn't this a profound maxim left by Yun Zu?"
Xu Xiao said indifferently, "As long as it's a true principle, what does it matter who says it? Even if it's from the enemy who destroyed one's clan, it doesn't hinder the practice of this principle."
"A butcher with his hands drenched in the blood of the innocent also speaks of principles?!"
Yun Xiu scoffed with disdain and charged at Xu Xiao once again.
Outmatched in strength, the more recklessly she attacked, the more ignominiously she was defeated.
Xu Xiao wielded his sword elegantly, enveloping Yun Xiu with countless innate, corporeality-breaking, formless sword energies, leaving her struggling vainly within, unable to advance a single step, and ultimately, he shook his head in regret.
"Don't waste your effort, there's another question I'd like to ask."
