In an instant, everyone's hair stood on end, not just ordinary cultivators, but even the bald Great Sea Demon King seated far away and the fat man in another corner looked at Shen Qiang with sudden alertness.
"I, Shen Qiang, might not be a gentleman, but I'm certainly not a vile person," Shen Qiang smiled and said, "My friends all live well, but my enemies will live a life worse than death. You can be dissatisfied with my alchemy skills, that's fine."
"You think I'm ignorant and my strength is far inferior to yours, that's fine too." Shen Qiang looked at the gradually terrified Chu Xiaotian and said calmly, "But if you accuse the women around me of being debauched for no reason, that is absolutely unacceptable."
Upon hearing this, the manager of the hall, Zong Zixiao, felt his mind explode, secretly cursing this group of fools. A Zhang Daoist had died previously, yet no lessons were learned, they insisted on provoking Shen Qiang, truly asking for it.
