"Old dog, if I come out alive, I will slaughter you!"
At this moment, Chu Feng truly hated Steward Mu Kun to the extreme. Even Luo, the Chief Steward of the Sword King Mansion, didn't incite as much hatred as this man.
"Haha, with you, a waste who doesn't even have sword meridians, still thinking of slaughtering me?"
Steward Mu Kun seemed to have heard the funniest joke ever, and people like Ma Miao laughed along, looking at Chu Feng with eyes as if gazing at an idiot.
Full of mockery and pity.
To become a steward of a sect, one must at least be at the cultivation level of a Middle Stage Great Sword Master. A Beginner Level Sword Master who doesn't even have sword meridians claiming he wants to slaughter Steward Mu Kun is like an ant shouting that it wants to bite an elephant to death.
It's simply laughable.
It's utterly overestimating oneself.
"Chu Feng, if you come out alive, I'll give you the chance to slaughter me! Let's see who is better on the Life-and-Death Arena!"
