"I'm just stating facts," Xia Liu said helplessly with a wave of his hand.
"Stating facts? I think you're asking for death!"
"Old Xiong, forget it, just consider this round a loss for me, don't provoke Xia Liu."
"And what if I provoke him? I still want to kill him!" Ouyang Xiong said furiously.
The crowd on the field was puzzled by Ouyang Xiong's words.
They could not understand why the usually amiable Ouyang Xiong was so angry.
"Forget it, I don't care anymore, do as you please." Fang Huasheng truly did not want to speak this time.
"My friend, no need to be angry. A small fry like him, Qingjie can handle," Tianjue said understandingly upon sighting Ouyang Xiong this way.
After all, his grandson's fiancee was taken by Xia Liu, which left him no place to save face.
"Kid! Your opponent is me! If you want my master to make a move, go back and cultivate for another hundred years!"
