"I believe Yan Xiangma." The bookish Tu Xin spoke in a low voice. He glared viciously at Elder Mad Shark and said, "I've seen the character of the Changbai Sword Sect for myself. Its elder fled in the face of battle, while its swordsmen feared death. And now you actually have the nerve to slander my friend by claiming he's that Li Mu Yang, an evil dragon—"
Tu Xin pointed at the three Changbai Swordsmen they had released, his face full of contempt. "You must have forgotten how you wept bitterly and begged for mercy back then, haven't you? You must have forgotten how fiercely you swore that you and the Changbai Sword Sect would never share the same sky, haven't you? How dare you come before me and speak now? Just looking at you makes me sick. If I'd known this would happen, I should have killed you with one sword back then. That would have spared my eyes the filth of seeing you again today."
"Give a dog a bad name and hang him? When have we ever been captured by you—"
"Exactly. Every swordsman of our Changbai Sword Sect fought until the very last moment before stopping—Senior Brother Wuyan died in battle, and several other senior brothers died the same way. Elder Nangong only temporarily withdrew because he wanted to expose your ugly faces to the world, and he did so while you were ganging up on him—"
"A Changbai Swordsman would rather die in battle than beg for mercy. A Changbai Swordsman can be killed, but never humiliated."
Tu Xin was so furious that he laughed.
Pointing at the many Changbai Swordsmen before him, he cursed, "A bunch of scum."
Wen Ruo Ruo giggled and looked at Tu Xin. "The bookworm is the most refined and