"Courting death!"
The effeminate young man felt a burning pain on his face, his eyes almost spitting fire.
A little pain was nothing, but to be slapped in the face by someone he looked down upon, he felt a great sense of humiliation.
However, before he could make any move, he suddenly felt a sharp object pressing against his lower abdomen.
He looked down and immediately felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
It was a hollowed-out longsword, now glaring menacingly at his Dantian, and he had reason to believe that any slight movement on his part would make this longsword decisively pierce into his Dantian.
To a cultivator, the importance of the Dantian goes without saying. Being grabbed by such a close distance to this vital spot, he was truly flustered.
"You'd better apologize to my mother, or don't blame me for being impolite!" Ye Haochuan said coldly.
"Such impudence, to dare commit violence in the Temple! Stop this at once!" Chen Man nearby roared in anger.
