"Yang Chen!" Kunze spat these two words through clenched teeth.
Yang Chen stared at Kunze fearlessly, and said coldly, "What? Accusing me of something?"
"Accuse?" Kunze sneered, his eyes flashing with anger, "Do you think this is a problem that can be solved just by accusations?"
"Speak plainly!" Yang Chen said coldly, without giving Kunze any face.
He knew that if Kunze wanted to pursue it, it wouldn't be something that could be resolved with words; it would require fists to do the talking.
Although Yang Chen could see that, among the Palace Masters and Elders, Kunze and the Grand Elder were the most terrifying in strength.
"Good! Very well to speak plainly!" Kunze couldn't help but laugh, staring at Yang Chen, "I don't care how many grievances you have, or who you think is right or wrong in this matter, nor where you got your Cultivation Technique, or how you reached your level of Cultivation. But everything you have done today will come at a price!"
