On the square, the crowd automatically parted to either side like flowing water.
Soon, a group dressed in Yao Clan robes slowly approached, their strange or faintly disdainful gazes continuously sweeping over Elder Yao.
At their head stood an elderly man with a somewhat gloomy expression, his thin lips as sharp as blades.
This man was Yao Wangu, the one in charge of punishments within the Yao Clan and the one who bore deep grievances against Elder Yao.
Now that he was within the Yao Clan's territory, he thought he could act up again.
He opened his mouth, intending to say something more.
Wei Yang frowned and flicked a finger.
Whoosh!
An invisible gust of force swept out.
Bang!
Before Yao Wangu could utter a word, his pupils contracted. His feet staggered backward, shattering the ground beneath them with every step.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the square froze.
"Wei Yang, you!" Yao Wangu let out a muffled grunt. Only after much effort did he barely steady himself, raising his head to look at Wei Yang in disbelief.
How dare he attack?
This was the Yao Clan!
He actually dared to make a move?
Yao Wangu knew Wei Yang was strong. After all, he had witnessed it firsthand in the Demonic Flame Space three years ago.
But a Six Star Dou Sheng was not enough to run wild and do as he pleased within the Yao Clan.
Of course, Yao Wangu had not intended to do anything to the master and his two disciples.
He had come here today merely to gain a little verbal advantage and vent the frustration he had suffered in the Demonic Flame Space three years ago.
After all, this was the Yao Clan's home ground. Could anyone really dare do anything to him, the