666  Suppressing the Demon Sword, The Eve of the War

"I'm not worthy enough?" asked Xiao Chengfeng with wide-opened eyes. He was so angry that every hair on his body was standing on end. "Do you wish to die? I can help you with that!"

"This punk's full of it!"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Can I punch him?"

"Everyone, don't hold back. Let's all punch him."

Even the usual peace-loving Cultivator Junjun was pissed at Xing Ya. This man was definitely more full of it than Xiao Chengfeng.

Immediately, the group surrounded him. However, Xing Ya did not think he was at fault. He shook his head and said, "I was right to think you're uncivilized people. You might look cultivated but the truth is, your level's too low. It's sad to think how shallow you all are."

Juling Shen was rubbing his two axes together. "Old Xiao, looks like you're not the King of Smack anymore."

Xiao Chengfeng pulled out his sword. "Not if I can help it. Everyone, beat him up!"