Zhou Ye wasn't angered. He laughed heartily. "Seventh Brother, that temper of yours truly suits my taste! If two heroes like us were to join forces, what chance would that whelp Zhou Yang have? Da Cheng would surely be ours for the taking!"
Zhou Cangyan twirled his sword in a flourish, then held it level as he slowly walked toward him. "Then why don't you tell me, Third Brother," he said unhurriedly, "if we were to take the world, who would sit on the throne? You, or I?"
Zhou Ye narrowed his eyes, then waved his hand magnanimously. "I just can't stand that hypocrite Zhou Yang! As long as we can pull him off his high horse, what does it matter if Seventh Brother takes the throne?"
"Heh," Zhou Cangyan sneered. "Cheng Xiao's false benevolence does indeed deserve death, but at least he never opened the nation's gates to foreign enemies! He never disregarded the lives of an entire city's people!"
