"Fuck you! Where did a blind dog like you crawl out from? You dare oppose me in Sword City?" Chen Mu Fei was helped up by Ding Feng. Not noticing that Ding Yu had already stopped breathing, he first shouted at the long-haired young man, "If you're tired of living, I'll grant your wish!"
The long-haired young man brushed his hair aside, revealing his face. The killing intent on it struck fear into everyone in the Jewelry Shop.
"Where did you get that sacred robe?"
"Fuck, my dad gave it to me. What are you going to do about it? Call me Daddy, and if I'm in a good mood, I might let you wear it. Too bad I'm in a bad mood. I'm going to slaughter you!"
Chen Mu Fei's face twisted savagely. With an angry shout, his Golden Armor shone even brighter, and he slashed at the long-haired young man with a Yinglong Longsword. The long-haired young man was none other than Qian Yuhuang, the Great Holy Son of Qianyuan Sacred Land. He, too, had intended to come recruit the Sword Sect. Seeing this so-called young master of the Sword Sect not only wearing the Qianyuan Sacred Robe but also holding the Yinglong Longsword, Qian Yuhuang's murderous intent instantly surged. He thrust out a palm to take Chen Mu Fei's life.
"Huangzi, you mustn't. We came here for the Northern Plains. He is the Sword Sect's young master..."
Qian Yuhuang's palm whipped up a fierce wind, but an old man beside him held him back and quietly tried to dissuade him.
"Haha, now you know who I am, don't you? In the Northern Plains, no one gets to treat me with disrespect!"
Chen Mu Fei recovered from his fright, believing instead that the Sword Sect's power had made