Zhou Qiucheng's Defeat

The moment Chen Sanliang opened his mouth, he began belittling Zhou Qiucheng, seeking to suppress his momentum.

Zhou Qiucheng and the others had resorted to trickery, intending to wear down Chen Sanliang's Essence, Qi, and Spirit through a Gauntlet Battle. Unfortunately, they had not achieved the desired effect. Instead, Chen Sanliang used it to strike at Zhou Qiucheng's momentum.

At those words, Zhou Qiucheng frowned, a flash of embarrassment appearing in his eyes. Yet he remained outwardly composed. "You ungrateful wretch, who has betrayed both gratitude and trust—what could you know of the great tide of human hearts? A scoundrel like you, who forgets his roots and betrays his ancestors, deserves to be executed by all beneath heaven. Every scholar in the world grits his teeth at the mention of your name, wishing they could bite off your flesh and drink your blood. These gentlemen are righteous men who understand the Way of Heaven and the hearts of men. They cannot abide your conduct. Though they know they are using eggs to strike a stone, they still wish to splash you with their blood. These gentlemen possess righteous qi and understand the greater justice. How could a wolf-hearted, dog-lunged creature like you comprehend them?"

Hearing Zhou Qiucheng's words, Chen Sanliang shook his head. "Look at you. Not only is your learning inadequate, but you are also hypocritical as a man. You did it, yet you do not dare admit it. What a crushing disappointment. Meeting you truly is worse than hearing of your reputation."

Chen Sanliang's words were brief, yet they were like a sharp sword stabbing straight into Zhou Qiucheng's chest, igniting a nameless fire in his heart.

Killing a man by attacking his heart! This had nothing to do with debating the Dao; Chen Sanliang simply had a