Giving the Saint a Good Beating

Shen Congtian exerted his skills to detox from alcohol. He was sober soon.

"Jiang Chen, how dare you!" Rolling his eyes, he shouted loudly and arrogantly. "How dare you! You have come here to court death."

Walking into the room, Jiang Chen kept smiling coldly. This was the guy who imprisoned Tianyin. Of course, if it were not for Shen Congtian, Fan Tianyin would have ended up very badly. However, Jiang Chen certainly would not have any good feelings for a guy who had cast eyes on his woman.

"What else can you rely on except that pile of fire? You are just a crap from the Three Lower Realms!" Shen Congtian cursed, holding his sword. "Fight with me if you are a man. I'll prove to Tianyin what bad taste she has!"

No man could put up with such a remark.

"Jiang Chen, this is a trick. If you fight, the All Saints Religious Sect will find your whereabouts." Fan Tianyin saw through his trick immediately.