Everyone burst out laughing.
Tang Xiaohao even leaned in. "Young brother, you bragged loud enough to shake the heavens, but when it was your turn, you were worse than useless! Everyone else had dazzling pillars of light, and you couldn't even make a firefly glow. You're absolute trash!"
Lu Chengwen deliberately put on a look of deep disappointment and frustration. He stamped his foot and slapped his thigh with a smack.
But the thigh he slapped was Tang Xiaohao's thigh—the one whose femoral artery had just been stabbed by a knife.
Tang Xiaohao let out a shrill scream.
Lu Chengwen said bleakly, "I knew it. I'm no good! I'm not as good as you, Young Sect Master!"
Tang Xiaohao gritted his teeth. "You fucking... I'll slaughter you!"
"Boar God is watching. Could you stop asking to get beaten up?"
"You..."
Lu Chengwen cupped his fists toward Boar God. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior."
Then he turned to leave.
Just then, Boar God suddenly said, "Stop."
His voice was extremely dignified and grave.
Lu Chengwen looked back. "Senior... yes...?"
"Come back."
"Oh."
Lu Chengwen turned around and faced Boar God.
At that moment, Boar God no longer looked like the thug he had just been. Instead, he stared at Lu Chengwen with a very solemn expression, his brows tightly furrowed.
Everyone grew nervous.
Long Aotian quickly stepped in front of Lu Chengwen and said with a smile, "Senior, my junior disciple brother, he's actually a decent—"
"Did I say you could speak? Get aside."
Long Aotian froze. Lu Chengwen lightly patted his arm and shook his head, and Long Aotian stepped aside.
Boar God stared at Lu Chengwen. "Who exactly are you?"
"I'm... Lu Chengwen. Long Aotian is my Senior Disciple Brother."
"Nonsense!"
Boar God said, "Explain it to me