Maybe he felt that he had a huge advantage, or maybe he hadn't spoken to outsiders for a long time.

The heretic Fang Heng did not rush to take action at this time but teased Su Chen with words.

"Qi gathering stage boy, you won't be able to get out alive today anyway, so I'll tell you what Fang Heng went through in Taichu Divine Sect."

"Do you know how the Taichu Divine Sect treated the idiot Fang Heng?"

Su Chen did not speak; his eyes were fixed on the blood sword in the right hand of the heretic Fang Heng.

Recording every trace of spiritual power flowing on the blood sword.

The heretic Fang Heng didn't seem to want Su Chen to answer and said to himself, "Innate Sword Body! Fang Heng has an innate sword body! He was born with the sword spirit, a sword genius that is rare in the world of immortal cultivation for a hundred years."

"If it were in other sects, they would try their best to improve this guy's inherent weakness and make him one of the most powerful sword cultivators in the sect's history."

"But what did the Taichu Divine Sect do? They let Fang Heng practice on his own and said that the real practice is to cultivate the true self and transcendent freedom."

"What else do you mean? If your Dao is forcibly given to you by an outsider, then it is most likely not your Dao."

"So they never forced Fang Heng to do anything. They just let him practice according to his own heart."

"Guess how Fang Heng practiced?"

"Because he is afraid of seeing blood, he usually only dares to practice swordsmanship with a wooden sword and never fights with living things."

"Because of his cowardly personality, he never argued with other disciples. Even if he suffered a loss, he would not say anything and would bear it all by himself."

"It's so frustrating. It's frustrating for me to follow him."

"If I hadn't been deceived by the sword intent in his body, I would have thought that this guy would take me out to make a name for myself."

"How could I recognize him as my master and be brought out of the Sword Pavilion by him?"

It seemed that heretic Fang Heng was so angry at his past that the heretic Fang Heng's breathing became rapid, and it took him a long time to recover.

Although he scolded Fang Heng for a long time, the heretic Fang Heng still couldn't help but praise him with a few words.

"But you know what? This kid's talent in swordsmanship is incredible."

"Because he was afraid of seeing blood, this guy created a sword technique called No Trace."

"This sword technique has no other special features except for the word 'fast'. It is so fast that even if you kill the enemy, the sword will not be stained with blood."

"If we give this guy enough time or a relatively stable training environment,"

"I believe that even if this kid never goes out to practice, he will be able to enter the Dao with the sword and achieve the Golden Elixir stage, or even the Divine Soul Stage True Person. He will not just be at the foundational establishment stage."

"But unfortunately, not only was this kid born in the wrong era, but his personality also wasted his original talent."

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"Can you believe it? When the enemy was approaching our sect, this guy didn't even dare to draw his sword. He kept retreating until he hid in the sword pavilion, where he was killed by the powerful heretic who broke through the sword pavilion with his sword."

"It's ridiculous; it's ridiculous. Don't you think this guy's life is... very tragic?"

The heretic Fang Heng originally thought that Su Chen would agree with what he said.

But Su Chen had a different opinion.

He looked at the heretic Fang Heng and said seriously, "Compared to fellow Daoist Fang, I think you are more pathetic at this moment."

"What did you say?"

The heretic Fang Heng looked at Su Chen with eyes full of anger.

"You said I'm pathetic? You think I'm pathetic?"

"Do you want me to be like him, a coward for the rest of my life, hiding away when things get bad?"

"He is a sword cultivator, but he has never stained his sword with blood in his entire life. How can such a person be worthy of competing with me? What can he use to compete with me?"

Su Chen looked at the furious heretic Fang Heng and said calmly, "Su has nothing to do with you or anyone else. I am just discussing the matter at hand."

"You can disagree with fellow Daoist Fang's character, and you can also disagree with everything he does."

"But you cannot humiliate him because of this, because although he did not draw his sword against his enemies, he also did not draw his sword against his companions."

"No one has ever said that sword cultivators must bleed, and no one has ever said that sword cultivators cannot retreat."

"This is his way, and he has always walked on his way and has never changed."

"All things in the world have different paths but the same destination. Although I do not approve of fellow Daoist Fang's path, I will not rashly deny his path either."

"On the contrary, although your words are full of insults to Fellow Daoist Fang, in essence, you are just trying to force your own Dao onto Fellow Daoist Fang."

"Isn't it pathetic to push others to do something you can't do yourself—a cowardly act?"

"Compared to Fellow Daoist Fang, haven't you always been retreating?"

The heretic Fang Heng remained silent because he could not find any reason to refute Su Chen for a moment.

After a moment, two balls of ghostly fire slowly appeared in his empty eye sockets.

His expression also changed from crazy to calm.

But this state of his made Su Chen even more wary.

Heretic Fang Heng looked at Su Chen and said in a cold tone, "Okay, okay, I finally understand why I had the urge to tear you apart when I saw you just now."

"You are just like those stubborn old men in the Taichu Divine Sect. You always have an inexplicable tolerance, as if everyone in the world is full of bad people and I am the only good person."

"You should feel lucky. If Fang Heng hadn't been trying to stop me, I would have torn you to pieces the moment you walked in."

"I don't know where you, a mere Qi-gathering stage cultivator, get the confidence to boss me around."

"You don't think that just a few words from you can make me let you go, right?"

"Stop dreaming, kid, you're dead today!"

The heretic Fang Heng originally thought that after hearing this death threat, Su Chen would no longer be able to maintain his damn calm.

After all, it has never seen many people who can face death without changing their expression.

But today, it just happened to arrive.

Because after hearing these words, Su Chen remained unmoved.

He looked at the heretic Fang Heng very calmly, so calmly that he seemed to not know what death was.

This look in the eyes of the heretic Fang Heng made him even angrier.

No, why is he so arrogant? Is there someone in this world who is not afraid of death?

Is Su Chen afraid of death?

Of course, he is.

But he won't be afraid of the dungeon, because in the dungeon, he won't die.

He looked at heretic Fang Heng, who was already red with anger and had a distorted face, and shook his head and said, "Su doesn't think he is a strong man, nor does he have the ambition to rule the world."

"To this day, all I have ever thought about is to live forever and see the world that I have never seen before."

"And there is one thing you may have misunderstood, namely, that my attitude towards fellow Taoists is not tolerant."

"I just treat everyone equally and firmly believe that every decision I make is the right one."

"If one day Su wants to be the enemy of the world, then it is not my fault, but the fault of the entire world... This is my way."

"I think fellow Daoist Fang is right, so... is right."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

As if he heard something funny, the heretic Fang Heng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing, the heretic Fang Heng said sarcastically, "So if you think he is right, then he is right, and I am wrong, so I am wrong?"

Su Chen said calmly, "Yes."

"Hahahaha... Then I'd like to see what you can do to me, kid."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heretic Fang Heng took action.

The right hand that turned into a blood sword was as fast as lightning, leaving no trace or form.

But for Su Chen, who always maintained a high level of concentration and was blessed with the power of several talismans,

He finally managed to barely see the sword of the heretic Fang Heng.

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