"Why didn't that fool Yang Dezhu manage to kill you?" Chen Xi, though furious, was at a loss for words.
"Ha, Yang Dezhu tried to mess with me? I went up and slashed him with a sword several times, finally stabbing him in the chest and kicking him down," Yuan Shu said smugly.
"Okay." Chen Xi felt like he was about to explode with anger, but seeing Yuan Shu's expression, he decided there was no point in being angry any longer.
"But that doesn't seem right. That guy had spiritual talent. If he was dying, he definitely would have dragged you down with him. Are you sure he's dead?" Chen Xi rubbed his chin thoughtfully. If Yang Dezhu was dead, this could mean serious trouble, having killed someone with such a promising future.
"Uh, Marquis Chen," Lu Yu, who had been following Yuan Shu, meekly spoke up from the side.
"What's up, Zijia?" Chen Xi turned to ask Lu Yu.
