"I swear now, even if you kill me, it will be my own fault, and I will not let you be punished. Everyone here can bear witness to this."
Chen Yu spoke, somewhat expectantly.
He really wanted to die. As long as Wen Bubai took action, he could become the God Emperor on the spot.
Isn’t this better than a poetry conference?
Others come here to show off and sleep with women.
But his purpose has always been to seek death.
It is said that ancient people were easily angered and would start fighting if they disagreed with something.
I should be able to make him do it by irritating him so much.
Chen Yu stared at Wen Bubai and thought secretly.
There was dead silence at the scene.
Everyone was confused and frightened by Chen Yu's actions.
Just now, when Wen Bubai and others were talking about Chen Yu, they did not lower their voices, so many people heard it.
But no one expected that Chen Yu would actually stand up and do such a thing.
Wen Bubai's face flushed crimson and he sat frozen in his seat, not moving.
It's okay to talk about it behind his back, but are you really going to let him do it?
He wouldn't have the courage to do that even if he was scared to death.
Forcing a smile, Wen Bubai said, "Haha, Lord Wenxuan is being impulsive. We are all intellectuals, don't get excited."
After saying this, Wen Bubai returned the sword to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu was very disappointed and found a few people who had just said bad things about him.
Everyone turned away immediately like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Lord Wenxuan! You are disrespecting the civilized world!"
"This is an elegant place. Lord Wenxuan, you are going too far!"
"We are all scholars, how can we hold swords?"
"Hmph, I am a refined person, I won't argue with you!"
No matter how Chen Yu provoked them, no one dared to take action.
At most, it's just a few words.
"You're a bunch of wimps. I gave you a chance, but you're useless."
Chen Yu got angry and sat back in his seat angrily.
I just want to die, right? Is that so difficult?
Since you don't like me, just kill me!
Wen Bubai and others clenched their fists and said nothing.
They can talk nonsense, of course.
But really do it?
They don't have the courage yet.
The atmosphere on the scene also became strange.
Everyone pointed at Wen Bubai and the others and whispered to each other, occasionally sneering once or twice.
The talented and great poet who was full of vigor and vitality before was now extremely embarrassed, his face flushed to the color of liver.
"Hehe, Pavilion Master, this Wen Xuan Gong is really powerful. Look at Wen Bubai and his men, they are so angry that their lungs are about to explode, but they can't do anything about it."
Xiaoqi covered her mouth and smiled.
Qin Hongxiu raised the corner of her mouth and nodded slightly.
“It really impressed me.”
"Those people like Wen Bubai may not have any real skills, but they are very eloquent. Few people can make them suffer like this."
Qin Hongxiu is the master of the Shadow Tower and collects intelligence from all over the world.
As Wen Bubai and others were talented people, she naturally wanted to pull them into the camp against the Immortal Sect.
So she secretly investigated these people.
But to her great disappointment, these people were nothing but empty talk.
Apart from being able to write a few lines of pretentious poetry, he has no other public use.
Not to mention confronting the Immortal Sect, even when facing some powerful people, they all look fawning.
But unfortunately, they all think highly of themselves and look down on everyone else in the world.
Chen Yu's move was beyond everyone's expectations. It humiliated them, but Qin Hongxiu admired him a little.
"I wonder how he will perform in the upcoming poetry conference?"
"Xiao Qi, let the poetry competition begin."
Qin Hongxiu was a little excited.
"Okay!"
Xiao Qi gave the order, and the person in charge on the first floor's eyes lit up after receiving the news.
Clearing his throat, he spoke with a smile.
"Everyone, it's almost time. This poetry competition is officially starting!"
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