My Dear Big Brother

Ka!

Fu Xing looked at the finger above his forehead. His eyes were crossed, and he gnashed his teeth harshly.

He could endure all kinds of tawdry words, but with just this action, he felt ultimate contempt and mockery.

Coupled with Xu Xiaoshou's words…

He had already called him Big Brother, yet he was still not spared.

Fu Xing's eyes flashed angrily. His biting sword intent could not be held back any longer.

Buzz!

The sword in Fu Yinhong's hand was not yet back in her spatial ring. Under his wrathful sword intent, it flew out of her hands with a tremor.

Xu Xiaoshou looked back. His gaze instantly fell onto the sword.

Bam!

The sword fell to the ground.

The sword bounced a few times on the ground with a clanging sound before it fell into silent stillness.

Fu Xing's hand made an empty grasp in the air. The sword did not fly into his hands as he expected but was cut off halfway.

"Sword intent?"