"He!" Xiahou Wuxin bellowed. All the tiny flying swords that Wei Xiaotian had attacked him with just now were captured by the force field generated from his bone spurs and his muscles. Swinging his arm that was as thick as his waist, they formed iron torrents while he laughed. "Wei Xiaotian, I did not lie to you. I truly hid a lot of state-of-the-art test subjects for myself, and I learned a myriad of complicated arts from them! In front of Manjusaka, although I am just an insignificant old dog, whoever wants to claim my life must prepare to pay a terrible price!"
"Leader Xiahou has truly put a lot of thought into getting your disciple out of here." Wei Xiaotian wiped his nonexistent tears and put on an even more scornful look. "It is a shame that your disciple does not seem to appreciate it very much!"
