The Calculative Mo Tianji

Dong Wushang's face was like a plate of steel. For a long time, he did not move.

After a long while, he lowered his head and said, "Li Xiongtu, what are you doing this for?" Li Xiongtu said sharply, "Dying by your blade is my goal! Dong Wushang, take out your saber! Kill me! Be quick about it! Don't dilly-dally. If not, I'll lose my respect for you!"

"I am not sparing you because I value you as a hero! Just because I don't kill you now doesn't mean I can't kill you in the future!" Dong Wushang said coldly. "You owe me nothing! There is no humiliation in this!"

"You want to die honorably. I understand that. However, I have a mission to not kill you!"

"Hence, if you think that I'm looking down on you, you can spare me the next time we fight!" Dong Wushang's sharp gaze stared right at Li Xiongtu as he said, "So? Do you think you can do that?"

Li Xiongtu looked carefully at Dong Wushang's face and his face turned cold. Slowly, he said, "Are you sure?"