"Hmph! Such a shameless old man, living for so many years only to become a dog, how disgraceful!"
At this moment, even Wu Tingting's young face was full of disdain, feeling greatly contemptuous of the Right Elder's sneak attack.
Ye Xuan's expression was calm, his gaze steady as he looked at the Right Elder opposite him, his face showing no emotion.
He had experienced countless situations like this. The battlefield was ever-changing, anything could happen, nothing was surprising! If he couldn't handle even this little change, he would've died many times over.
"Hmm? Baji Fist?"
A gleam flashed through Ye Xuan's eyes. He fixed his gaze on the Right Elder, a look of surprise crossed his face as he spoke slowly:
"Since ancient times in Yan Country, literature had Tai Chi to secure the world, martial had Baji to stabilize the universe! I didn't expect you to know Baji Fist, while he knows Tai Chi Boxing?"
