An Dongye saw that Dongfang Chaonan was determined and knew she couldn't stop him. She had no choice but to plead with Ye Xiu, "Little brother, my master is as stubborn as a mule; that's just how he is. Please don't take it to heart. When the fight starts, please hold back—don't kill him, alright?"
The moment Dongfang Chaonan heard this, anger surged within him. "Cuihua, what do you mean? What's this about him holding back? Are you saying your Eldest Martial Brother can't beat this little punk, Ye Xiu?"
An Dongye ignored him and continued to wait for Ye Xiu's response.
"For your sake, I won't kill anyone," Ye Xiu said with a nod.
Upon hearing this, An Dongye finally felt relieved.
"This little punk is infuriating." Dongfang Chaonan, his head practically square with rage, shouted, "Dazhuang, go! Chop this punk to pieces for me!"
"Yes, Master!"
With a pointed, monkey-like face, the skinny Dongfang Dazhuang—all 1.5 meters of him—leaped into the air, brandishing a two-meter saber.
