Gu Chenfeng's chest heaved uncontrollably, his anger having reached its limit.
Since his defeat at the hands of Sikong Yue last year, the doubts within the Holy Sect about him had never ceased, and he had been holding back his frustration for more than half a year.
If it were just doubts, it might have been bearable, but the key issue was that the true successors below him were now eyeing his position as the Sword God covetously.
Although he had acted with the force of thunder to eliminate some of the threats, once doubts arose, they were hard to completely eradicate.
This skepticism had kept him from a good night's sleep for six months. Now, Hou Yuxiao's words "useless trash" undoubtedly ignited the powder keg in his heart, causing all his pent-up rage to explode at that moment.
"Go to hell!"
