"Ignorant of propriety?" Xiao Chen looked at Liu Feiyao indifferently. "Are you serious? You just said that in a fight, blows do not come with eyes, and life and death are predestined. Now all I've done is cripple them without killing them, and you have the audacity to accuse me of being out of line?"
"You..."
Liu Feiyao's face turned livid with rage.
She had displayed astonishing talent since childhood and was taken as a personal disciple by the Cang Emperor. Even as a woman, her status in the Cangyue Royal Family was on par with the crown prince.
No one had ever dared to openly provoke her.
Yet, Xiao Chen, whose origins were unknown, was doing more than provoking her; he was blatantly targeting her.
"Instead of worrying about others, you might want to worry about yourself!" Xiao Chen said to Liu Feiyao, his tone composed. "All five battles must be fought to completion. If you cannot produce five people, then you must step onto the field yourself!"
