Tens of thousands of people stood together cursing and swearing, and the scene was indeed quite sensational. Initially, the disciples of Myriad Buddhas Sect managed to restrain themselves, avoiding overly offensive language, but as the confrontation dragged on, they became desperate and lost control. They hurled every curse word they knew, and for a moment, the air was thick with profanities that echoed throughout the entire sect.
Old monk Hui Ming, who was listening from the side, nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, these disciples are indeed worth training."
Xuan Si, the abbot standing by, rolled his eyes. Why does that comment feel off? Being good at cursing makes one worthy of cultivation? What kind of reasoning is that?
"Very good! Extremely good!" old monk Hui Ming laughed. "With these eloquent disciples, we're not afraid of Gao Fei and He Hentian anymore! If they dare to come tonight, I will make them so angry they'll cough up blood!"
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