Humiliation of Their Own Making

The atmosphere, which had suddenly turned somewhat discordant, was noticed by the surrounding experts.

Yet no one spoke up. Quite a few watched with the attitude of spectators enjoying a show. Since it was not yet the best time to enter the sealed space, they treated it as entertainment to pass the time.

After all, neither Starfall Pavilion nor the Yao Clan was easy to provoke. A conflict between such superpowers was rather interesting.

Many people were also learning for the first time that Yao Chen had actually come from the Yao Clan.

Upon hearing Yao Wangu and the others' words, Elder Yao's body began to tremble faintly.

He was usually composed by nature, but being expelled from the Yao Clan had always been the deepest thorn in his heart. Whenever that thorn was touched, all the self-restraint he had cultivated over the years vanished without a trace.

Especially when the one stirring that thorn was the chief culprit behind his expulsion from the clan.

"After cultivating for so many years, his Soul Power still has not reached the late Heaven Realm. Such talent is merely average. Since he gave up his own chance to return, the clan need not concern itself with him in the future." Seeing Elder Yao's livid expression, Yao Tian shrugged, finding it rather boring, and spoke indifferently.

Yao Wangu smiled, then nodded slightly.

"You two noisy things." Wei Yang's gaze turned cold as he raised a hand and clenched it remotely toward them.

Boom!

There was not the slightest fluctuation of Dou Qi in that grasp. Yet the space around the three members of the Yao Clan instantly shattered and collapsed before countless stunned eyes.

"Junior, how dare you!"

Feeling the enormous pressure as the surrounding space instantly collapsed and compressed around them, Yao Wangu's