The Qingwei Sect had never feared one-on-one fights, let alone when the person on the stage was the sect master's second son. The sword in Yun Jinghong's hand was the Qingwei Sect's inherited ritual weapon, the Qingwei Dao Sword, and it was incomparably sharp. Within the early Dao-entry stage, no one could beat him in a fight.
"Don't dare fight anymore? Chen Haoyuan, you old bastard, you shameless scoundrel! You dare to come up but not fight—are you a cowardly turtle?!" Pang Rujun started cursing again. I was utterly speechless at the scene. This was the first time I had seen an expert with such a high cultivation and such an explosive temper—and she was even an old granny.
I was inwardly grumbling when Pang Rujun caught me: "Boy! Win back some face for this old woman! Otherwise, when you come down, I'll beat you to death!"
"Senior Pang, leave this to me. I'll definitely do my best." I hurriedly replied. That old woman had one hell of a temper.
When I turned back, Wang Yuanyi was grinning happily, looking as if he were saying, See? You're going to be unlucky too, aren't you? He paid no attention at all to the threat I was under.
But when the old granny Pang saw his lecherous grin, she immediately grew displeased and rewarded him with two great slaps on the head. Wang Yuanyi could barely manage a bitter smile.
"Xia Yitian? I heard you wiped out the entire Tang family. Tang Ke of the Tang family is still below the stage, isn't she? There, is that her? From the Purple Sovereign Sect." Yun Jinghong pointed toward Tang Ke, who stood in a corner of the second row.
Tang Ke was dressed in the Purple Sovereign Sect's purple Daoist robes. She had