"Sect Master Zhou, are you looking down on my disciple?"
Seeing Zhou Zichuan speak in such a sarcastic, needling manner, Fan Feichen grew angry as well and could not help sneering. "If my disciple says he can break into the top three, then he can. He will never go back on his word!"
Zhou Zichuan froze for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. "Well, well, Sect Master Fan. You trust this kid that much?"
"My disciple—I know him well."
Fan Feichen snorted coldly.
Qin Poxiao's gaze flickered as he smiled without giving anything away. "Sect Master Fan, your prized disciple has made such a bold boast today. If he cannot deliver, then you, as his master, will be the one losing face..."
Seeing the two sect masters join forces to besiege Fan Feichen, Chen Changming could no longer stand by and watch.
He had originally thought that after wielding one hundred and sixty-two flying swords in battle within the War God Ancient Tower and obtaining tenth place, this result would be more than enough to let his master hold his head high.
He had not expected—
The two sect masters of the Purple Sky Sect and Taiji Dao Palace to seize upon his bold declaration of "breaking into the top three" and repeatedly mock Fan Feichen.
Chen Changming's expression turned solemn. He clasped his hands toward Zhou Zichuan and said coldly, "You two seniors need not worry. If I cannot break into the top three within a month, then I, Chen, am willing to abandon the path of the sword!"
What?
Abandon sword cultivation?
Zhou Zichuan and Qin Poxiao were both startled. They knew exactly what Chen Changming's words meant.
The Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect was a sect of sword cultivators. If one of its disciples abandoned the