Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of countless pieces of porcelain shattering resounded.
"Ahhhh!"
Inside the room, Jin Shengzhe's hair was disheveled, as he wildly brandished the ghost-head broadsword. With an immensely terrifying physical strength, he hacked the room's furnishings into pieces.
It had been almost the time it takes to burn an incense stick since he returned to the courtyard.
"Luo Penghai, you old coot. To insult me like this, hateful, truly hateful!" Jin Shengzhe rasped, breathing heavily, wanting to vent the anger in his heart.
"Ah! Kill, kill, kill, chop them all to death!"
After another furious round of chopping in the room, Jin Shengzhe finally stopped.
Inside the room, shards of porcelain scattered everywhere, tables and chairs shattered into bits of wood, all in disarray. Even the door was split into eight pieces.
Fortunately, he lived in the most secluded area of the entire martial academy, known to none but his trusted aide outside.
