"Haha! You stupid lads! You are still wet behind the ears! You do need a harsh lesson!"
Wu Qiujun grasped Leng Yuecui's sword and wrenched it all of a sudden. With his forceful attack, he hurled Leng Yuecui up into the air and cast her at Wandong.
Wu Yang and Zong Qi shared a glimpse at each other, grabbed Leng Yuecui at full capacity. Otherwise, Wandong would have, out of question, got killed right after she landed on him. The overwhelming momentum made their blood fountain out of their mouths.
Conversely, Leng Yuecui stayed safe and sound, except that she went pale out of fear.
They rose from the ground, constantly groaning. Leng Yuecui felt grieved to the full.
"The old dog is such a tough fireball to deal with! We can only kill him in our next life."
Seeing Leng Yuecui knitting her eyebrows, Wandong laughed at her agonized look in spite of himself. He laughed so hard that the pain in his chest plagued him gravely.
"Xu Yaoting, what's so funny?"
Leng Yuecui asked in an annoyed voice.
"Leng Yuecui, please tell me, how did your parents raise such a cute tomboy like you? Hahaha…"
Wandong responded in a joking yet admirable tone.
"Tomboy?"
Puckering her lips, Leng Yuecui felt tempted to throw a temper tantrum.
Nevertheless, what Wandong added soon put a smile on her face. She beamed radiantly, grinning from ear to ear.
Wandong put on a serious look and nodded at Leng Yuecui, stressing on each syllable.
"But, I like it!"
She felt as if she had been meandering on a cozy spring day on hearing Wandong's brief but super sweet response.
In the meantime, the forthcoming call of Death seemed nothing serious to Leng Yuecui. She already took that off her mind.
As a matter of fact, Wandong's visceral statement was more on a friend's term, Leng Yuecui felt delighted as well.
The sight of the sweet youngsters' frolic conversation, compounded with the heady atmosphere, put a confused look on the faces of Qiu Yunchong, Duan Lengyan, Wu Qiujun, and Pi Xiong.
They looked nothing like they were gonna die.
Assuming that they already went insane, the Tianbao guys furtively envied the affinity shared among them. Though they could put their feelings with accuracy, they could sense it.
"Now that you shared a strong attachment with one another, I shall help you pop over to the netherworld together."
A strong and weird sense of depression instead of ecstasy had been exacerbating for Wu Qiujun. Actually, he should have been delighted, as he was gonna put down Wandong in seconds.
He decided to alleviate his depression by kicking started another round of duel.
Letting out a humph, he lifted his palm, a burst of threatening force flooding towards Wandong and others, literally like a flow of waterfall cascading down a steep cliff.
On that occasion, they appeared doomed, as Wu Qiujun injected at least 80 percent of his spiritual energy into that move.