Sun Anming was already about to blow, and the blue-crowned old man's jab pushed him over the edge.
"Idiot! Those ten Nirvana Peering realm experts you're talking about aren't even from our Purple Crest Immortal Sect. This is just another sham you cooked up."
He stepped forward, eyes blazing. "You slithered your way into our territory and somehow got ten Nirvana Peering realm cultivators to follow your lead. But you picked the wrong fight—Jiang Chen cut every last one of them down!"
"And now, to cover your failure and drag our sect's name through the mud, you spread this garbage? Pathetic. Your skin's so thick it's starting to wrinkle. Tell me, old man—how does it feel being a useless sack of bones?"
The blue-crowned old man shook with rage, his finger stabbing the air at Sun Anming.
