Killing Intent, Full-Scale Teaching!

Seeing that this flying sword was not only so shameless and flamboyant, but actually took pride in such a lousy name—and kept "nodding" the whole time...

Han Wuwei was so enraged that his blood rushed to his head, turning his face red!

"Shameless!"

"Like master, like sword."

"Both of you are utterly brazen, a laughingstock to the world!"

He immediately started cursing.

Yet Lin Fan did not indulge him in the slightest.

You want to trade insults?

Fine!

*I grew up in the twenty-first century. I've endured years of baptism from the Tieba bros, and you want to compete with me in cursing? I'm fucking afraid the Heavenly Dao will censor me if I let loose—all of it would be **!

"You old coffin stuffing! Did your ancestors dig up too many graves and get hit by karmic retribution, so they gave birth to a balding turtle like you? Look at that donkey-dung face of yours, more wrinkled and filthy than the crotch of a Terracotta Warrior!

Yesterday, you secretly licked the county magistrate's hemorrhoids for two taels of loose silver, then turned around and docked the laborers' pay to buy arsenic for their porridge. Even the ancestral tablets in your shrine have fucking grown green mold!

And you still have the nerve to say others are a laughingstock?

With the things you've done, people can't even be bothered to laugh at you!"

Fellow Daoist Wait a Moment spun wildly in circles, clearly excited.

It seemed to be praising Lin Fan for cursing well.

Han Wuwei's blood instantly rushed to his head.

When had he ever heard such insults?

"You little bastard, this old man—!!!"

"I'll fuck your mother first!"

Yet Lin Fan cut him off directly and continued his rapid-fire barrage, speaking so quickly that it seemed he had