"Master, I can't take it anymore."
Xiao Jiu listened to everyone mocking Chen Mo, his heart burning with anger, baring his teeth at Song Jun and the others, wanting to teach them a lesson.
"The Sect strictly prohibits disciples from killing each other, and the Cultivation Hall forbids fighting."
Yesterday, Chen Mo had read the books distributed by the Sect, and the first rule clearly prohibits disciples from killing each other.
Of course, in some competition settings or places where dueling is allowed, the rules are much more relaxed.
Like the Outer Sect Disciple Tournament.
"But Master, are we just going to let them keep running their mouths?" Xiao Jiu transmitted his voice.
"Of course not." Chen Mo's lips curled into a smile, and he laughed, "Isn't this the useless dog that was scared off by me in the Profound Spirit Mirror? If I'm trash, then some people are not even as good as trash."
Chen Mo glanced at Song Jun subtly.
Chen Mo's words left the whole place stunned.
