A few days later, Spirit City, Worship Hall.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at you. So what?"
"Try looking again!"
"I'll look if I want to!"
"Hey, mother***..."
Outside the Worship Hall, Murong Chayue and Chen Jianjun were glaring at each other.
"Mother**... What the hell are you doing coming to my Worship Hall when you've got nothing better to do? Didn't you become a guest elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...?"
"I came to find someone. And besides, Murong Chayue, you're only ten years older than me. If you've got the guts, fight me. Stop cursing!!" Chen Jianjun crossed his arms and pouted.
"Hey, mother**... When the hell did I curse?"
"Isn't 'mother**' a curse?!"
"Hey, you little brat, mother**... That's just how I talk! Mother*... You... mother**... I'm cursing you, so what the hell are you going to do about it?!" Murong Chayue immediately flared up.
Chen Jianjun merely stood there with his arms folded, his face cold and silent. There was nothing he could do—he couldn't beat Murong Chayue.
"Just what the hell did you come here for?"
"I came to challenge Qian Daoliu!!"
Hearing Chen Jianjun's words, Murong Chayue gave him a suspicious look. Chen Jianjun felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"No, you brat, Qian Daoliu is already level ninety-nine. You've only been level ninety-seven for a few years—what are you going to fight him with, your head?" Murong Chayue suspected that Chen Jianjun had lost his mind.
"Hmph. What swordsman of our generation fears battle? In pursuit of the pinnacle of the sword, I would have no regrets even in death!!!" Chen Jianjun declared righteously.
"Mother**... Speak like a normal person!" Murong Chayue showed him no courtesy at all.
"Ahem... My time is running