Xu Lingyun was feeling very irritated, and he was already quite angry. The other party dared to speak disrespectfully about his goddess; it was polite enough that he didn't punch him to death immediately.
He thought to himself, "I don't even dare to covet Yun Qingshang, and now you bunch of fools think you can."
Xu Lingyun was tall with long arms, and his movements were quick and fierce.
The other guy, though skilled in martial arts, couldn't resist at all and was lifted by Xu Lingyun by the collar.
Xu Lingyun's eyes were burning like fire, looking just like a man-eating tiger.
The guy was so scared that his legs went weak, and he stuttered, "Wha-what are you doing?"
The people around were not as timid as the guy; they all surrounded him. Someone even opened a sword box and took out a sword.
The leader, a handsome guy, shouted, "Put him down quickly, or we won't be polite."
