Hou Jun stood before the training room door. Hearing Su Mo's words, a chilling glint shot from his eyes.
"Hehe! Qingtian Peak's disciples truly live up to their reputation—arrogant enough! Wild enough!"
Hou Jun laughed in extreme anger. He had not known Su Mo was inside the training room before, but even if he had, it would have made no difference. Without his permission, no one could occupy his training room.
With a cold sneer, Hou Jun shouted, "Su Mo, you took my training room, and you still dare demand an apology from me? Who gave you the nerve?"
"Your training room?"
Su Mo sneered upon hearing this and said disdainfully, "The training rooms belong to the Heavenly Spirit Sect. How did they become yours?"
"This is my exclusive training room. I've reserved it year-round. Anyone who wants to enter and train must have my permission," Hou Jun said proudly.
"My apologies!"
Su Mo shook his head and chuckled. "I reserved every training room here!"
The moment Su Mo said this, everyone was stunned.
He had reserved every training room?
The crowd shook their heads. They knew that was impossible. Su Mo was clearly just toying with Hou Jun.
"What?"
Hou Jun's face darkened, killing intent surfacing in his eyes. He shouted, "Su Mo, don't think I'll fear you just because you're a Qingtian Peak disciple. With your cultivation, if I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs!"
Though Hou Jun was arrogant, he was not brainless. He knew he could not kill Su Mo, but while killing was forbidden, humiliating him and crippling his limbs was still possible.
"Is that so?"
Su Mo narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curling across his lips. He said indifferently, "I'll give you three breaths. Apologize