"Hahaha!"
Mo Qingfeng stroked his long beard and laughed heartily, "Mu Renjie, this is all you are capable of!"
The elder in the purple robe snorted lightly, glared fiercely at Ling Feng, and said through clenched teeth, "Such a sharp-tongued youngster, yet with such meager cultivation, you dare come to participate in the Five Spirit Hall's assessment. Utterly laughable! I fail to see how you will make a fool of yourself!"
Ling Feng chuckled, shrugged, and said, "There's no need for you to worry about that."
"Hmph!" The elder in the purple robe flicked his sleeve and strode away. Unable to match him in words, and fighting?
He wouldn't dare pick a fight before Mo Qingfeng, who has comprehended the Sword Intent of Great Perfection—that would just be asking for humiliation!
After the elder in purple had left, Tuoba Yan couldn't help but ask, "Senior, who is that person? He's so detestable."
