Lin Chong rested his hand on his knife hilt and watched Wang Lun coldly. Wu Yong was still pretending to be benevolent, saying things like, “Don’t let us come between you and your brothers.”
You heartless bastards, are you trying to kill me? Maybe I can’t beat you, but I can sure as hell curse you out!
From then on, Wang Lun acquired a new nickname in the martial world: the God of Cursing. Years later, when he donned the imperial robes, people would say he had cursed his way to the throne.
