White Tiger was trembling with rage, but utterly powerless to do anything about it. The gods all dreaded his Sea Control Hook, and no one dared to make the first move. The scene was at a stalemate; nobody spoke, and nobody moved.
Tengshe took the opportunity to touch the wound on his back, where Di Su's blade had poked him earlier. It wasn't a deep stab, but it was so painful he couldn't help cuffing up his hand with blood and cursing in anger, "Blind little thief! Daring to stab your own father! What a revolt!"
Di Su was in so much pain from the burn that he was lying on the ground humming, but luckily it wasn't fatal. Hearing Tengshe curse him, he couldn't care less about showing respect for the moment and retorted, "Blind beast! I'm so burnt I'm blistering! Are the rules of Heaven worthless in your eyes?!"
Tengshe shouted, "Now you're pulling rank with rules? Why didn't you think of the rules when you were chopping people?"
