The middle-aged man flew into a rage at those words. He did not dare vent his anger on the young man and instead turned to Mu Fengtang, sneering, "I'm talking to the master here. Whose pants split open and let out a little bastard like you?"
Mu Fengtang was enraged. "You dare insult my parents? I'll be your mortal enemy!"
He drew the short spear from his waist and thrust it out. The spearhead let out a shrill whistle as it shot straight toward the other man's chest.
The man was startled at first, then pulled out a short mace from his waist. With a sway of his body, he smashed the mace toward his opponent.
The middle-aged man was a Mid-Rank Martial Master, while Mu Fengtang was only a Low-Rank Martial Master. However, the Mu Family had a deep martial heritage, and he had traveled the martial world for so long that his combat experience was extremely rich. For a time, the two fought fiercely without either gaining the upper hand.
"Stop!" At that moment, a cold snort rang out. "Whoever makes another move will bear the consequences."
The moment Mu Fengtang heard that voice, he knew the speaker was at least two ranks above him. He hurriedly retreated two steps and stopped.
A man of twenty-eight or twenty-nine slowly walked over. He swept his gaze around, then fixed his eyes on Mu Fengtang and asked expressionlessly, "Were you causing trouble?"
"Third Brother," the young man in charge of registration called out, "he was insulted first."
"Shut up!" The man glared at him fiercely. "You can't even keep control of the situation. You're disgracing our Chen Family."
"Heh." Mu Fengtang laughed in anger. "May I ask which Chen Family you are from..."
"Young Master," Uncle Dan behind him grabbed