No need to talk—arrest them!
Arrest them all!
Who was Su Mushen? He was Sword God's Senior Disciple! A major figure renowned throughout the Ancient Martial Arts World!
As Sword God's Senior Disciple, whenever he visited any family or sect, they had to treat him well, flatter him, sing his praises, and exchange a few pleasantries.
Even Tang Wanli had to show Su Mushen the utmost respect and treat him as an equal.
Who did he need to indulge!?
Besides, last night had been far too much of a blow to him. Far too much.
After all these years in the martial world, he had never suffered such humiliation!
Some bastard and some idiot had barged into the Soul Transmigration Array. The bastard had diarrhea, while the idiot treated the Soul Transmigration Array like a match-three game.
The Twelve Elite Disciples did not dare move, nor did they dare die. They could only watch helplessly.
This was simply the greatest shame of their twelve lives!
Once things had finally settled down, they discovered that another five people had broken into their master's secret chamber for Secluded Cultivation!
Hey! Those five people... they were fucking shameless! Who humiliated people like this!?
How was Sword God Manor supposed to hold its head up in the future? What would people in the martial world say!?
So many experts had come rushing in from all over, only for Sword God Manor to collectively take one massive dump—a supermassive dump, big enough for the martial world to savor for fifty years!
Unbearable. Absolutely unbearable!
Su Mushen had practically gone mad! He insisted on stabbing Zhao Ritian to death and chopping Lu Chengwen into pieces to make dumplings!
But Sword God stopped him.
Sword God had no solution either.
Those two little shits might not have