For Yu Ziqian, the situation at this moment was already the greatest humiliation he had suffered in over twenty years.
"I never thought that a beauty would actually make my Gan family... ah, no, the Yu family! Make my Yu family die out!!!"
"I won't accept this! The Green Soul Hall won't accept this! The peerless pill god won't accept this! Even my ancestors won't accept this!!"
Before his eyes, bare-chested, blue-haired burly men surrounded him with ambiguous looks.
One of them even pulled out a tiny blade barely three centimeters long and blew on it.
Yu Ziqian was furious.
"Fuck your mother! If you want to make me childless, at least take out a forty-meter broadsword!"
Humiliation!
This was merciless humiliation!
"Tsk, tsk. Hold him down. Prepare the execution."
That three-centimeter blade ruthlessly reached toward Yu Ziqian.
A pack of brawny men surrounded him. The scene was extremely bloody.
Yu Ziqian's whole body went cold.
Just then, the entire group pounced on him.
His vision was filled with muscles. It was downright suffocating.
"Hehe."
Lan Feilin glanced over. This cowardly sack of flesh made her want to vomit.
"With this kind of trash, he's supposed to be mentioned in the same breath as people at our level?"
There were several hundred disciples around the Silver Dragon Palace.
They had all heard of Yu Ziqian's reputation. Seeing him in such misery now, they exchanged looks.
"He put on too big an act. He deserves it, doesn't he?"
"Everyone wants to stand on top of others' heads, but if you don't have the real stuff, falling down can kill you."
Sympathy?
They were not disciples of the Green Soul Hall, so naturally they could not sympathize with him.
After all, Yu Ziqian had enjoyed so much fame and so many resources.