Jiu Futu explained cautiously, desperately trying to gain Wang Ba's trust.
Indeed, he didn't lie. Even within the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, relying on his terrifying physical strength, he only maintained basic respect for Tian Guiye. But that sword just now shattered his mental defense, making him unable to show even a hint of disrespect, because he was keenly aware that the person in front of him could truly kill him!
Wang Ba frowned slightly.
He simply released Jiu Futu.
Jiu Futu cautiously bowed to Wang Ba. Seeing Wang Ba frown and look him over, Jiu Futu hurriedly pulled up his shirt that was tucked at his waist, covering his originally bare upper body.
At the same time, his gaze surged subtly over the cave below, a hint of emotion and hesitation flashing in his eyes.
But just at that moment, Wang Ba seemed to sense something. His brow furrowed, and from his sleeve a sword scabbard flew out. With a raise of his hand, a sword struck.
