592 I Am Your Grandmaster! (1/2)

At that very moment, Bai Yixue was completely befuddled.

'I am only a small cub who thought he was toying with a lamb; I would never have expected the lamb to turn into an adult tiger!'

'Then, the tiger pounced with its paw; how can a tiny cub withstand the blow?'

”Bam!”

Bai Yixue was flung like a broken kite and crashed into a wall. Rolling violently, he finally stood up, his mind a foggy haze. His eyes were wide open, but he could see stars that were spinning around. He murmured, ”I must be dreaming, it's a nightmare…”

Yun Yang did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Dugu Chou's abrupt strike was brutal and left no room for defense; it had flung the target and his sword far away.

”Say… Senior Dugu, what is going on? What are you up to?” asked Yun Yang.

Despite Yun Yang's intelligence, he would have never thought that Dugu Chou would suppress his aura and maneuver the situation to make Bai Yixue initiate the battle, despite his status and character. Such an act was not about winning without a fight, it was a chink in the exalted man's status. This should not have happened at all.

Who was Bai Yixue, and who was Dugu Chou? Unbelievably, such an event, that should not have happened, happened.

Yun Yang was lost, but he was certain that there must be a reason behind Dugu Chou's actions; he was never one to play tricks.

Dugu Chou had put down Big Whitey, and the creature scrambled into Yun Yang's embrace the moment it regained freedom. It was still fearful, mewling ceaselessly and its small body trembled in Yun Yang's embrace.

Big Whitey was truly frightened this time. If it had initially refused to give in, the thought was long gone now, especially after it felt Dugu Chou's sudden burst of violence. The short- distance quake had shaken it enough.

Compared to a human, Big Whitey, as an ace mystical beast, was better in ascertaining the level of a human's ability. Spiritual creatures had always unconditionally obeyed stronger ones whom they could not fight; only by doing so could they guarantee their survival. This was the law of the jungle, it was an undisputed maxim!

”Child, who is your master?” Dugu Chou did not answer Yun Yang directly but trained his gaze on Bai Yixue, who was pathetically trying to pick himself up.

”My master?” Bai Yixue was still dizzy, partly from being beaten up and partly from the entire incident. He knew one thing for sure; the old man in front of him was a rare expert who was insanely skilled. He was probably at Jun Moyan's level or even higher!

'I've never f*cking met someone so strong, but I toyed with him like a monkey earlier…' Bai Yixue's mind was buzzing.

”Yes, your master.”

”My master is Xiao Shaoqing.” Bai Yixue's mind gradually gained clarity and realized that things had turned out rather strangely. He carefully asked, ”Does senior know my master?”

”Why, this is a bastard indeed,” Dugu Chou scoffed but his expression was one of longing and sadness.

”Senior… Senior knows my master?” Bai Yixue asked again in a stuttering voice; his tone changed quickly, turning exceptionally respectful.

The boastful and arrogant front had vanished without a trace. To Bai Yixue, anyone who had something to do with his master, even if it were animals, deserved his respect. An expert like this one in front of him was clearly no exception.

”Your master… Xiao Shaoqing… is my closed-door disciple… Sigh…” Dugu Chou heaved a long sigh; he was unusually despondent, his tone tinged with intense desolation.