[You want boss battles? Don't worry. I got you.]
And indeed—
Even Shan Baixu, who was mid-air, mid-exit, and mid-pretending-he-didn't-give-a-shit—
Froze.
Mid-step.
In the sky.
As if a cold draft of karma just slapped the back of his neck.
Because he had heard it.
Su Xiaobai's very curious, very disrespectful, very potential-flag-of-doom question:
"If the two of us fought—who would win?"
Of course he heard it.
He was Shan Baixu—an ascendent-level mystic cultivator, the Silent Daoist, rumored to have heard a heavenly voice scream when someone once bad-mouthed him three cities away.
Bai Yujian had once told Su Xiaobai over breakfast:
"I can hear you making out with Qingqing from 3,000 meters away..."
So Su Xiaobai knew spiritual hearing was a thing.
He just didn't give a single fart..
Why? Because now he had backing.
Not just backing—absurd backing. A Sword Fairy, cursed fox elders, a demonic Qingqing, and an entire sect.
