This man was Qin Shaofeng.
The crowd's expressions turned extremely ugly when they heard him say that.
For the Myriad Sword Sect of today was the number one sect in the world.
Every cultivator wanted to squeeze their way in, yet this man actually dared to spout such nonsense. If that was not slandering the sect, then what was?
"Hey, brat, what do you mean by that? You actually dare badmouth the Myriad Sword Sect in front of us? You've got some nerve!"
A bearded man slammed his palm heavily onto the table.
The table shattered on impact, and fire seemed to blaze in his eyes.
He looked as though he wanted nothing more than to tear Qin Shaofeng into eight pieces.
"Do you know what kind of existence the Myriad Sword Sect is? Yet you still dare talk nonsense? And do you think the Sword Tomb is somewhere you can enter so easily?"
Qin Shaofeng calmly took a sip of water and regarded the man before him thoughtfully.
"What does the Myriad Sword Sect have to do with me?"
"I only know that a bunch of people are fawning over it here, acting as though they know everything. Is there a problem with that?"
Qin Shaofeng's words sent the people around him into a towering rage.
Some even brazenly tried to probe Qin Shaofeng's cultivation, but after finding nothing at all, they immediately began mocking him.
"I wondered who he was. Turns out he's just some insignificant nobody."
"You can't even detect a trace of spiritual power from him, yet he still has the nerve to spout nonsense in front of us."
"Exactly. He'd better apologize quickly, or once the people from the Myriad Sword Sect find out, he'll be unable to bear the consequences."
After laughing three times,