"I really have to wonder if you fight like a limp noodle in bed too, or if you are always this utterly disappointing to your women."
"Does he have a death wish?"
"Is he seriously mocking a Spirit Realm expert's manhood?!"
"Heavens, the Seventh Young Master just called him a limp noodle!" another mercenary laughed crudely, "I heard the Bai Clan disciples are notoriously fast finishers!"
"Isshh!" One of the girls in the crowd hid her face behind her palms, "Seventh Young Master is such a rogue."
And pretty soon such humiliating whispers buzzed across the square, and Bai Yun heard every single mocking word, causing his face to twist into a mask of pure, unadulterated shame and rage.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Bai Yun snarled aggressively, violently twisting his body to unleash a rapid, blinding flurry of dozens of freezing spear strikes, aggressively trying to turn Gu Fan into a bloody pincushion, "If I don't kill you today. I am born of two fathers."
