Ye Guyi chuckled, "Did I touch a nerve? Keep it up, Third Senior Brother, beat him."
Xu Sanshi's forehead showed a black line. Yet, when he turned to face Huo Yuhao, his gaze immediately changed. Xu Sanshi had just steadied himself and at once gave off a sensation of depth and solidity like that of a towering mountain. He stood like an insurmountable peak, never collapsing. A faint black stream was already drifting from his body before he had even unleashed his Martial Soul, accentuating his already profound aura.
On the other hand, Huo Yuhao presented a different feeling. Compared to Xu Sanshi's solidity, Huo Yuhao was like a snowflake, so ethereal that one could hardly grasp it. He was clearly standing there, yet it was as if he didn't exist at all. The aura that emanated from Xu Sanshi's side couldn't stir the slightest ripple when it reached him.
Xu Sanshi nodded slightly to Huo Yuhao, "You really are different now, little junior brother."
