"Since every last one of you is courting death, don't blame me for being rude. Oh, right—do you have any last words before you die? Say them quickly, or you'll never get another chance." Chen Xiaofan paused, speaking with a face full of mockery and disdain, as though he had not taken this matter to heart at all.
"A scholar may be killed, but never humiliated!" the Qingshi Sect Leader roared. "You brat are far too arrogant! Do you really think we men all live off women? You have repeatedly provoked this Sect Leader's bottom line. If I don't teach you a lesson, wouldn't I be letting the dead Second Boss down?"
His expression was terrifyingly grim, as if a storm were about to break.
"We originally came to cause you trouble, yet before our men could even make a move, you struck first and killed this Sect Leader's prized man!"
The Qingshi Sect Leader glared furiously, continuing to roar in rage, "You are utterly lawless and have no one in your eyes!"
In truth, when had he ever suffered such humiliation and grievance? Normally, everyone treated him with the utmost respect, flattering him and racking their brains to please him.
Yet now, he had been repeatedly humiliated by such a young brat. It was simply the greatest disgrace of his life, enough to make him nearly vomit blood with rage.
"Master, we must avenge the Second Boss and teach this brat a lesson. Otherwise, he'll really think we're easy to bully."
A Qingshi Sect disciple looked at the Second Boss's mangled body on the ground, rage filling his face. He clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.
"That's right, Master! The Second Boss died too miserably. If we don't avenge him, who will ever think highly of our