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Rumors were spreading more and more wildly,
"Who is talking nonsense!" Sangmo shouted loudly and charged into the crowd, pulling out the disciple who had been wagging his tongue.
"What did you just say?!"
That disciple was terrified and hurriedly said, "I didn't say anything!"
Sangmo gave him a fierce kick, and since the disciple was a son from an aristocratic family, having never been beaten before, he instantly became furious and swung at Sangmo.
Sangmo caught his fist, twisted it behind his back with a swift motion, and kicked behind his knee, subduing him in an instant.
"Is my master someone you're entitled to speak about?"
Seeing that he couldn't break free and not daring to escalate the situation by using his Spiritual Power, the disciple said, "Everyone is saying it. If you're capable, prove it to everyone, or you won't convince the masses."
Sangmo snorted coldly, "You call me worthless, but what does that make you who was subdued by me?"