"Ah—"
When Li Yinghao subconsciously reinserted the Spirit Sword, Wang Xiuzhu let out a bone-chilling scream.
He jumped up from the stab, not caring to pull out the Spirit Sword, and turned around to grab Li Yinghao by the collar, roaring, "Are you trying to rebel and kill me in front of everyone?!!"
Li Yinghao, his face sprayed with saliva, didn't dare to wipe it away and hastily defended, "Senior Brother Wang, I really didn't do it on purpose, the Spirit Sword moved on its own…"
"Shut up!"
Wang Xiuzhu interrupted him sharply, his face contorted, "Do you think I'm a fool, Li Yinghao? I always knew you were jealous of my better talent and higher realm, even jealous of my position as a Deacon, so you took this chance to kill me and usurp my position, right?"
Li Yinghao was so aggrieved he almost cried: "I didn't, I didn't, Senior Brother Wang, you're misunderstanding me, think about it, I have always been obedient and loyal to you."