It was Fang Xing pitted against four female Danxia Valley disciples in verbal warfare. Even after three more Danxia Valley disciples decided to join in, Fang Xing was still taking the lead and kept his words steady, precise, and ruthless, with every spoken word a direct attack on his target’s vitals. Furthermore, not only was he able to gain the upper hand despite being outnumbered seven to one, but Fang Xing still appeared graceful and immaculate, like a seasoned general of war.
"Shameless brat…."
"Short pumpkin!"
"Your mouth is so foul with curses the second you open it!"
"Crater face!"
"Despicable, shameless, vulgar…."
"Little short-legs!"