Nascent Soul Cultivators' Fight

"Old Song Feng." Ding Luan wore a smile on her face but she spoke with contempt. "Look at your ugly ghostlike face. If I were you, I'd have long hidden myself somewhere in secret. But you seem so proud of your looks—don't you think you're but a joke to all other cultivators in the world?" 

Ding Luan looked tender and gentle, but her words were like sharp knives. Master Song Feng had heard of many insults against him, but he was still pissed off now. He sneered and said, "You think I'm a joke? Woman Ding, if you dare, bring those cultivators out here and curse me to my face! Cut the crap now!"