Shanlilas is Humiliated

Shanlilas, flying through the air, spat out a mouthful of blood. Only when he felt the pain wracking his body did he come back to his senses.

He hurriedly steadied himself, borrowing the Ara Battle Axe's power to keep from falling.

Then James's voice rang out beside his ear. "Shanlilas, are you courting death?"

"If you weren't a Divine Envoy, you'd be a corpse by now, yet you still dared to attack us!"

"Did the Divine Bull Martial God give you the courage to do that?"

The other Divine Envoys chimed in as well. "Exactly! You're only a Martial Saint now, yet you dared attack Martial Venerables. You really are seeking death."

"Don't you know your place yet? Let me remind you—you're nothing but a lowly commoner. Wouldn't it be better to stay quietly to the side?"

"And even now, you're still clinging to that damned pride. How utterly foolish! Let me tell you, even if you returned to your peak, it wouldn't change the fact that you're a commoner."

"Exactly! I say we should just leave him alone and let him fend for himself. We should get back to our mission and conquer Great Xia!"

The mocking laughter rose and fell, shrill and piercing. Shanlilas felt utterly humiliated, yet he did not dare argue back. Both hands clenched tightly around the Ara Battle Axe, his teeth grinding audibly.

Seeing Shanlilas in such a sorry state filled James with immense satisfaction.

You refused no matter what when they told you to give up the leader's position. It was too late for regrets now.

Did you really think being the leader was that easy?

The more arrogant you were before, the more pathetic you were now.

James had no intention of letting Shanlilas off so easily. He pressed both hands down,