On the third day, news about the Huashan Sect swept across the land like a gale, while rumors about the new edition of the Bixie Sword Manual spread far and wide throughout the martial world.
Boom--!
"How dare you, Gentleman Sword!"
"How dare you, Huashan Sect!"
Zuo Lengchan sat inside the solemn main hall of the Songshan Sect, his originally stern face twisted with fury.
Then, while angrily pounding the table, he slowly removed the Xiezhi crown from his head and set it aside. He even yanked off the newly replaced jade belt around his waist.
"..."
At that moment, he gripped the monthly martial-world bulletin that was currently making such a commotion. His knuckles had turned faintly white from the force, and the gaps between his fingers even emitted the creaking sounds of paper and bone being crushed together.
For some reason, his eyes were as wide as bronze bells. They were not only bloodshot, but seemed ready to spit fire.
"Good, good--!"
"Yue Buqun!"
"Huashan Sect!"
"How dare you make a fool of me like this!"
"I'll never forgive you!!!"
As he muttered to himself, Zuo Lengchan suddenly threw back his head and let out a deafening roar. Carrying powerful internal energy, the sound reverberated through the hall like thunder, shaking dust loose from the beams and making them tremble.
Immediately afterward, he shot to his feet and violently slapped the table. Although his body staggered for some reason, he still kicked over the heavy sandalwood table before him.
Crash--!
In an instant, the tea set, documents, brushes, ink, inkstone, decorations, and other objects on the table flew in every direction and scattered across the floor, rolling everywhere.
"Huashan Sect!"
"That little demoness--"
But Zuo Lengchan completely ignored it. He merely clenched both fists, letting the veins on