Chu Qing did not follow them. Neither was he angry. He merely rolled up his sleeves, loosened his muscles and bones, and smiled.
"You people act unfathomably profound before ordinary folk."
"Why are you now chirping and whining like street hooligans?"
"You want to talk rules with me? No problem!"
"The question is, are your fists bigger than mine? Or are you fiercer than I am?"
"And you want me to choose a path?"
"You bunch of country bumpkins—how many paths do you even have for me to choose from?"
At those words, Hou Jun froze for a moment, his expression turning ugly.
"Young man, though you have stepped into the new realm, it was only because fate happened to favor you!"
"You, a country bumpkin, dare call us country folk?"
"You truly are—courting death!"
As he spoke, Hou Jun shook his head, and the sinews and bones in his neck cracked explosively.
"If I say we are the rules, then you must listen and acknowledge them!"
"You will not listen? You will not acknowledge them?"
"Hehe, then it is perfect—we will beat you to death!"
Hou Jun was excited.
The Lineage he belonged to had wanted Chu Qing dead for a very long time.
But the members of the Lineage were no match for Chu Qing.
These new-realm martial artists also feared the Millennial Calamity and had been unwilling to make a move.
But now, things were different. Chu Qing had also stepped into the new realm.
"If I kill him now, the Millennial Calamity will not vent its wrath on me!"
With that thought, Hou Jun began taking off his clothes.
He removed his fine Brocade Clothes, folded them neatly, and set them aside.
In the end, he wore only a pair of shorts.
"Young man, before you