They'd been thrashed!
These top young masters of Hunyuan Capital had never dreamed they would be thrashed by a pack of "guard dogs" they looked down on—soldierly thugs and brutes, in their eyes.
To them, the only members of the military headquarters' younger generation worth a glance were the Hunyuan High Minister's three children and Li Tianming, who made them grit their teeth.
But now!
They were plainly getting thrashed!
Ever since Yin Xiao and Liu Wusheng had been pinned at the heart of the Great Yan Forty-Nine Formation, they had endured the bombardment of the entire Hunyuan formation's immense Pulse Field. With their main fighters trapped, the others lost their nerve, and the young soldiers pressed their advantage!
"So they're just a pack of trash!"
"Get them!"
"Beat them half to death!"
Once they gained the upper hand, their true natures burst free. No longer timid, they fought like soldiers, their blows sweeping wide and hard. Eonic God artifacts and Eonic God arts layered over the Great Yan Forty-Nine Formation, scattering the dozen or so opponents and beating them until they fled with their tails between their legs!
"Liu Ruyan is mine!" Even the usually composed Fengting Haolong was excited. He had regretted missing his chance to fight Yin Chen at the Divine Treasury Gathering; now he had another.
"Then I won't go easy on little brother Yin Chen!" Fengting Shengwu laughed into the darkness.
"You two are kicking them while they're down. They've already been beaten senseless!" Xue Jingchan teased.
"Don't care! As long as I get to hit him! Chan'er, record this for me!" Fengting Shengwu howled and charged. He rushed so far ahead that Fengting Linwan scolded him repeatedly for breaking formation.
"No problem, but it'll cost you!" Xue Jingchan tilted her head, spotting a business