Having spent years mingling with those clan soldiers, he'd long developed a roguish nature.
Later, he was thrown into the Clan Court by Shen Wenxing, where Lu Zhiyuan drilled him for over a year.
Only now, with age, had he realized the burdens on his shoulders, becoming somewhat steadier.
Today, pressed by this Monk Hui Kong, his roguish nature resurfaced again.
"A bunch of damn bastards, my Shen Family still hasn't settled the account with you for the twenty thousand common people in the four towns of Xingyang back then!"
"Beasts are merely beasts, don't think that just because you wear human skin and bear a sickeningly fake smile, Grandpa can't see your true faces!"
His hands never stopped moving through techniques, while his mouth unleashed a torrent of verbal assaults.
Shen Chonghong realized today he was unlikely to survive, so he might as well indulge in verbal jabs.
