Du Youqian's words were truly vicious.
Most cultivators, especially those from the Immortal City Alliance, grew up in clans with a strict upbringing.
When they cursed at people, they had plenty of variety, but their insults were always roundabout and full of classical allusions.
Not like Du Youqian. He had clawed his way up from the lawless wilds and made his name in the Mortal World's military camps. He could spew any kind of vulgar, crude filth.
His main style was direct, lewd, and aimed squarely below the belt.
The last time they'd sparred in Magical Combat, he had nearly driven Master Changfu mad with rage.
And as expected, this time Master Changfu was once again overcome by fury. He abandoned his advantage, flew atop the city wall, and bellowed, "Sui Xiao, you brat! If I don't tear you limb from limb today, I swear I'm not a man!"
