Yuan Tianbo was already dizzied by the blow, his mind as mushy as paste. Hearing Zirong's words, he cast a suspicious glance at Qin Li, and the more he thought about it, the more he suspected that Qin Li was using him as a human cushion.
"Forget it. There's no point in being courteous with someone who betrays and abandons loyalty, someone who, in times of crisis, forsakes their master to save their own skin," Zirong said with contempt. At the end, he reminded Yuan Tianbo kindly, "Young Master Yuan, you should take a few steps back. With this sword move, we will decide the victor once and for all!" This was really a blatant lie, spoken with righteous indignation.
Ye Fengyun too hadn't seen through the mystery of Zirong's sword move, but he wasn't a fool; he could tell something was amiss from the situation and his face fell, preparing to take action.
