Zhao Ritian shoved through the crowd and pointed with domineering force.
"Chou Baihen! Other people might be afraid of you, but I'm not! If you were going to duel Senior Medicine Elder one-on-one to the death, I'd still respect you as a real man!"
"But now you've brought three thousand helpers to fight a gang battle, and I refuse to accept that! Weren't you going to wash this place in blood? Go on! Let them up the mountain! Whoever backs down is a grandson!"
Chou Baihen gritted his teeth, thinking, Damn it, you're the one with the biggest mouth!
What a total moron!
An idiot who never used his brain and made decisions purely on mood!
He was just about to curse him when the people around them began criticizing one after another.
"Outrageous! You're just some young junior. What right do you have to make the final decision here!?"
"Exactly! This is the Divine Sword Sect. You're only guests yourselves. Senior Sword God hasn't even spoken yet, and you think it's your turn to spout nonsense here!?"
"Just from that mouth of his, it must have been them who offended Chou Baihen first! Senior Sword God, we can't possibly listen to this little bastard spout nonsense in a place like the Divine Sword Sect, can we?"
"How about this! I'll speak on Senior Sword God's behalf. These three people have nothing to do with us, and nothing to do with the Divine Sword Sect! If Senior Chou Baihen wants to seize them, then seize them. We absolutely won't stop him!"
Sword God turned around and looked at everyone. The expression on his face was impossible to describe.
He was not surprised, nor was he angry. There was not even much fluctuation in his emotions, as if... he had never