Song Qingshu's expression turned cold as he said blandly, "I spared your life last time. Who gave you the courage to spout such nonsense in front of me?"
"You!" Xuan Cheng's face instantly flushed red. He cared deeply about his reputation, and as Shaolin Temple's publicly acknowledged number one martial artist, he had always harbored an obsession with being the Number One Under Heaven. Now that the other party had so ruthlessly torn open his old wound, he was utterly humiliated. Yet when he recalled how Shaolin Temple's masters had nearly been wiped out in their battle against this fiend last time, lingering fear still gripped his heart. His lips trembled for a long while, but in the end, he did not dare retort.
Seeing him tacitly admit it, the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar. There were no shortage of martial artists in the inn, and they all knew that Xuan Cheng was hailed as Shaolin's Number One in Two Hundred Years. Yet he had nearly been beaten to death by a young nobleman. Just who was this young man?
Even Kurong and Master Yideng could not help but look at him differently. They knew Song Qingshu was highly skilled, but one had only fought him several years ago, while the other had merely heard rumors from the martial world. Neither had expected his cultivation to have reached such a terrifying level.
Jiumozhi's eyes also widened. He had fought Xuan Cheng before and knew just how astonishing his strength was. If he had not resorted to trickery back then, he would never have gained the upper hand against him. Yet such a figure had nearly been killed by Song Qingshu?
"By the way, I'm curious. I remember that last time, after I broke your Indestructible Vajra Body, all your