Chapter 833: Chapter 833

"What did you say? Are you crazy! How dare you speak to Sword Master like that!!!"

Long Xiao's face turned incredibly grim, twisted with rage and disbelief.

Someone dared to insult Sword Master? And in front of everyone, cursing Sword Master... moreover... the matter involved Sword Master's mother... You must know, Sword Master's background is extremely humble, his mother was a courtesan...

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Sword Master has no fondness for any beautiful women, especially since his mother was extraordinarily beautiful, a great beauty with looks to sway kingdoms.

Because she came from a brothel, Jian Wushuang considers it a lifelong shame!

Throughout his later life, Jian Wushuang had not the slightest goodwill towards any beautiful woman.

"I said it, so what? What bullshit Sword Master, really think he's so great! Treating others' lives like nothing? Kill at whim? What did these girls do wrong? If you're dissatisfied with their service, let your old mother serve you instead!"

"Sword Master? More like Cheap Master! Just a lowly scoundrel!"

His temper is never indulged!

The hundreds of Saint Emperors present felt a suffocating sensation, their minds buzzing, almost on the verge of collapse, a strange atmosphere permeating.

The hearts of the crowd almost stopped, with only the rustling of leaves around.

Xing Yun, Nie Shuang, Zheng Feng, Yuan Zi and others were also dumbfounded.

"Is this guy...is he insane?" Xing Yun thought, shocked.

"Damn! Totally insane! He's insane! Ordinary people couldn't say such things, doesn't he know what Sword Master means? Offending Sword Master is a dead end, absolutely unlivable on the Divine Wind Continent!" Nie Shuang also thought, shocked.

Zheng Feng and Yuan Zi stared venomously at Lin Fan.

Their cultivation fell two minor realms due to Lin Fan, and it would take a decade to recover.

A whole decade, even for cultivators whose lifespans reach thousands upon thousands of years, in youth, ten years are extremely important.

Because of Lin Fan's decision, ten years were utterly wasted for them.

Xing Yun, Nie Shuang, Zheng Feng, Yuan Zi all wished Lin Fan would die immediately!

This kid, courting death by provoking Sword Master himself, it's hard not to die.

Suddenly, Jian Wushuang laughed, though his laughter was very calm, with almost no emotional fluctuation, only Long Xiao knew that this was a smile of extreme anger from the master, the topic of his mother was taboo for him, anyone who dared mention his mother faced only a dead end.

In the Sword Palace, someone commented on Jian Wushuang's mother.

Thus, Jian Wushuang went berserk on the spot, slaughtering more than a dozen fellow disciples with brutal and bloody means.

Later, because Jian Wushuang's talent was too terrifying, the elders of Sword Palace only grounded him for a year, that's all.

Since then, no one dared discuss Jian Wushuang's mother!

Even Long Xiao himself did not dare to mention Jian Wushuang's mother.

In front of everyone, Lin Fan actually mentioned Jian Wushuang's mother and even suggested his mother should serve Jian Wushuang, isn't a courtesan meant to serve?

Exactly because of this, Lin Fan not only discussed Jian Wushuang's mother but also hit the most sensitive spot in Jian Wushuang's heart!

Long Xiao knew, Lin Fan was doomed!

"What's your name? From which faction, say it yourself! I'm listening." Jian Wushuang looked at Lin Fan, said coldly.

"Just with you, you're qualified to know my name?" Lin Fan looked at Jian Wushuang with a smile, his tone full of amusement.

Lin Fan was indifferent.

Gao Qing, Matthew, and Gongsun Yuan were directly frightened.

"Lin Fan! Are you insane?" Gao Qing shouted angrily, he didn't care whether Lin Fan's strength was stronger, or if he could kill a Seventh Rank Saint Emperor in a second.

Gao Qing absolutely knew, even if Lin Fan could kill a Seventh Rank Saint Emperor in seconds, he still could not compare to Sword Master.

Sword Master is at the peak of Eighth Rank Saint Emperor!

Just one step away from Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.

If nothing unexpected happens, as long as Sword Master acquires some opportunities in Kunwu Mountain, he could definitely enter the realm of Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, at that time, Lin Fan would be even less of a match.

Lin Fan won't even live till then, he will die now!!!

"Sword Master asked you a question, you better answer!" Gongsun Yuan had a nervous expression.

"Yes! Lin Fan, answer quickly! This... this is no joke, it doesn't matter if you die, don't drag us down! If Sword Master gets angry, we all die! Just answer Sword Master properly, I'm begging you!" Matthew, furious, glared at Lin Fan, eyes red like a maddened beast, hysterical.

The three were extremely afraid!

"Sword Master... his name is Lin Fan, he's from Fuyao Palace..." Gongsun Yuan said.

"Sword Master, this is his own statement, it has nothing to do with us or Fuyao Palace!" Gao Qing hastily shook his head.

"Sword Master, kill just him, we absolutely have no ill intentions towards you! This kid is seeking his own death, we have no objections to you killing him!" Matthew said, eyes red, lips trembling, his voice quivering.

The square was dead silent.

Su Qiong stood behind Lin Fan, nervously clutching Lin Fan's arm, extremely worried.

Jian Wushuang spoke calmly, his voice still steady, but the chill and killing intent in his tone were not hidden at all: "Lin Fan, Eighth Rank Ancient Saint! Hmm... truly surprising me... Eighth Rank Ancient Saint... haha..."

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, then shook his head mockingly.

"Tell me, where do you get the courage to speak to me ? Give me a satisfactory explanation, and I might give you a quick end, maybe even... hmm... spare your life! How about it?"

Jian Wushuang smiled brilliantly, like a god from the Nine Heavens toying with an ant on earth.

And Lin Fan, was that ant!

To be executed or spared, all depended on his word.

"Okay! Kneel and beg, I'll give you a satisfactory explanation." Lin Fan nodded slightly.

Jian Wushuang's brow furrowed, eyes coldly looking at Lin Fan, said: "Long Xiao, kill him!"

The voice was still calm, steady, assured.

As if giving an insignificant order!

"Yes, master." Long Xiao dared not delay, raised his hand, and a black Mystic Iron Giant Sword appeared out of thin air, as the sword emerged, the heavens changed color, a beam of black light, impossibly fast like the speed of light, slashed down towards Lin Fan's head!

This sword was about to sever Lin Fan's head!