The Sun Moon Divine Cult's people had originally been pondering how to capture a group of outsiders and force out the mysterious expert.
Yet the players' barrage of earth-shattering profanity was simply too powerful, cursing their faces darker and darker.
"Calm down. Who among us hasn't weathered a few small storms like this? Wait for my orders."
Yuan Hefei barked in a low voice. He was still able to keep his composure as he coldly watched the dozen or so outsiders appearing on horseback from different directions.
He frowned as he analyzed the situation.
"Hey, you black-faced ghost in front, I think you'd be perfect for carrying coffins! Come over and follow your big bro—have a bite of piping-hot shit."
A piercing voice suddenly carried over from afar. Yuan Hefei's expression darkened as he abruptly turned to look at someone in the distance, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
When the player Zhongcangjian saw that Yuan Hefei had actually responded to him, he cursed even more gleefully. "Black-faced ghost, I'm talking about you! Why's your face gotten even darker?
"Hahaha, green! You've gone black-green! Your wife ran off with someone, didn't she? Your wife sure is fun."
"Bastard! You're courting death!"
Yuan Hefei flew into a rage. Raising his spear, he roared and charged straight at Zhongcangjian.
"Branch Master, beware of a trap!"
A group of Sun Moon Divine Cult disciples hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
Seeing that their insults had worked, the players immediately cursed with even greater enthusiasm, all manner of filthy abuse pouring forth without end as they wildly hurled it at the Sun Moon Divine Cult disciples.
"You little idiots of the Sun Moon Divine Cult, your Holy Maiden ran off with a Shaolin Temple monk. Is it because you lot are too useless?"